tiniest of details when it comes to brooks. the way is head nestles perfectly into my chest. the way he lays next to me and turns his head ever so slightly so that my nose is right against his soft cheek. the way he now fits on my hip and wraps one arm across my stomach. the smell of his skin right after a bath. the way he always seems to lay a hand on my face and locks eyes and finishes it off with one of his crooked grins.
i’m sure this is in part because he is our last and my season of bearing babes is now over. we 