You’ll never look back and say, “I wish I held them less.”

 You’ll never look back and say,

“I wish I held them less.”

You’ll remember the nights you rocked them,
the quiet hum of their breath on your chest,
the way their tiny fingers wrapped around yours
like you were their whole world.

You’ll wish for just one more moment
one more snuggle, one more time they needed only you.
Because one day, they won’t fit in your arms the same way.
They’ll grow and go and need you in different ways.

So slow down.
Soak it in.
Hold the baby.

Because you won’t regret it.
Not ever.
Not for a single second.