Give me one more handful of whatever snack it is you’re devouring. I won’t spit it out in front of you (but yes, I will probably spit it out.)
Give me one more night of snuggles that push me to the edge of our family bed. Your solid warmth and steady breathing let me know you’re okay.
Give me one more contented sigh when I wrap my arm around you. Too soon you’ll be ready to push me away.
Give me one more chain of baby kisses punctuated with giggles.
Give me one more reach to hug away the bump from a fall. I may not always be able to take the pain away, but I’ll always be there to try.
Give me one more day to cherish you, my sweet boy, before you’re grown.
Every day – every moment – this will be my prayer.