it's the simple things

The nighttime chattering and raspberries blown to thin air - or perhaps shared with an invisible friend taking refuge in his bedroom once the adults have retreated. The little finger that reaches up to touch my nose and stroke my eyelash in a rare moment of peace as his afternoon bottle is noisily gulped and quietly relished. The loud chuckle that soon becomes a hiccup when something unexpected I do makes him laugh. A leaf picked up off the grass and held up to the sunlight before it reaches his tongue to taste and assess. Scrunched eyebrows and the loud smacking of little lips when the skin of a sour blueberry bursts between them. Little arms outstretched, straining upwards, asking to be held and cuddled.

(ps.. just write!)