Tonight I lay him down, the peace of sleep angelic on his little face, and I think once again,

“I don’t wanna close my eyes, I don’t wanna fall asleep ’cause I’ll miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing…”

Two months old — two months and one hour.

Tomorrow when we wake, it will be the start of his third month.

The days are slipping by. Can I just hold this minute for one second longer? ‘Cause I’ll never have it again.