Feb
14
This is what I want to remember
It is Valentine’s Day and I am asleep. I hear footsteps on the stairs and open my eyes. I’ve learned to read early-morning light since becoming a mother, and I can tell from the shade of the curtains that it’s after eight. My husband walks into the room with our son, holding his hand. They’ve brought roses. I think this is a moment to acknowledge love and gratitude, and I do, but what I’m paying attention to, really, is my son’s face. I am thinking that he is going to grow up learning from his father’s example how to be a gentleman. His face is serious. He is watching my husband’s every move.
This is what I want to remember.
