![]() I’ve been trying to fill my mental photo album with images from every moment of your life. The birthmark on your cheek and the curve of your brow are just a couple of the things that I’ve tried to memorize. You still look like you did when you were first born in so many ways. I fight back the tears because I’ve already shed too many over the inevitable. How can I possibly give you away? How can I leave you to fend for yourself in the world when all it takes is the touch of my hand to make you happy? How can I abandon you now? I stroke the back of your head and you smile in your sleep. We are down to only two short hours and I stayed out of your room as long as I could. ![]() I don’t want to disturb you but I don’t want to miss out on these last few minutes together either. I thought if I cemented the memories in my head of a thousand kisses on his forehead that it would hold me when they stopped. I thought if I hugged him ten times more often than a mother normally would that it would last me ten times as long. I tried to maximize the moments by giving him extra kisses and hugs whenever possible. ![]() When I signed the papers six months ago, I hadn’t realized how quickly the time would go. ![]()
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