In the still sweet morning

I picked him up to eat. We sat and hugged and then he fell asleep. I stayed in the quiet warm room with my sleeping one on my shoulder, soaking in the moment.
In the still sweet morning I smelled his hair and listened to his little snores rolling off my shoulder.
I am thankful for the moments I choose to live in instead of rush through. I am thankful for this little boy that God has given hank and I to care for. I know he is not mine to keep.