One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am.

My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say on that, given that a few minutes ago, he climbed in between me and my most helpful love, coffee, promptly falling into sleep again.

It’s an indescribable feeling, having your baby sleep on you. Although he no longer fits in my arms the way he once did, he’s still a warm, soft weight, snuggled in every bit as sweetly as he was at eight pounds.

He gets away with a lot, this one does.

I try to recall if I would have allowed the older ones to do this at almost-four, and I don’t think I would have. But he seems to need affection even more than my girls, drinking it in like water. And so we give it to him, while trying to make sure the others get their huggle- snuggles as well.

I capture the moment in words and photos, knowing with the bittersweet wisdom of time that this moment will not last, and soon he won’t need my lap. But I’ll hold on, snapshots in my head, love in my heart.