This sweet moment, my enemy.

op of the stairs that my husband has prepared for our sleeping son, Luca, and I walk into his bedroom.  He’s usually standing in the crib gripping the sides, waiting to be scooped up, hopping from one leg to the other.  After a quick diaper change (during which I struggle not to eat every single one of his toes) I take him into our big bed and snuggle him while he drinks his milk.