I have a feeling I’m going to blink my eyes and he’ll be 16, sitting at the table without a shirt on, staring out the window as he eats his cereal.

Since I’m discovering it all goes by so fast, I will kiss and squeeze those cheeks as much and just eat him up as much as I can.

As I kissed those cheeks tonight, fresh from the bath at their absolute softest, I wished for a form of media to somehow bottle the sense of touch and save it for later. I can capture his movement on video, his voice on a recording, his hand print in paper and ink and of course his face in a picture, but how do I bottle up that incredible softness of his skin? I don’t ever want to forget it.

Our neighbor once felt his cheeks and said, “Oh, his cheeks are so soft! Like a warm gummy bear….covered ever so lightly with a bit of cornstarch.” Well, I suppose someday when I’m old and grey and sitting somewhere gently stroking gummy bears covered in corn starch, I can perhaps reference this post and I won’t be considered half as batty as I suppose I’ll look and most likely, actually be.

Nighty night all of you. I’m off to dream of gummy bears.