His First Love

Someday there'll be a piggy-taled girl wearing a pink princess dress in his class that he'll share all his toys with.

Someday he'll come home heart-broken from a dance because the girl he asked to join him said no.

Someday he'll wear a tux with an evening-gowned beauty by his side.

And someday he'll make promises of forever to a woman wearing white that I will love and support dearly.

But for now, for now, I am his first love, 

the only woman he has eyes for, 

the only one he wants to cuddle up with at night, 

the only one who lights up a room, 

the only one he wants to hold him tight when he's sad, 

and the only one he'll crawl far distances just to be near. 

Being his first love isn't a responsibility I take lightly, no, I take it very heavily on my heart, for I know, someday, he'll belong to her, and he'll be all grown up. Someday he won't keep me up all hours of the night whimpering his sweet cry for my comfort, he won't shimmy himself as close as he can to my face when I'm laying on the floor, he won't give me that look, that look of sheer joy and gratitude that I am here and I am his Mommy. That look he gives every single time I'm in his view that melts my heart so.

But someday is still locked away in the future.

For now he is all mine, and I feel so privileged he chose me for his mother, his first love.

My dear baby boy, how I love you so.

Heaven's slice is being his first love.