Heartstrings

There are moments in any given day where I look at Jackson and I think one of the following:

1) Now what am I supposed to be doing with you?
2) How much longer until bedtime, again?
3) When will we ever understand each other?

But when he sleeps, I check in on him.

Seeing him lying there crooked and contorted in his crib - watching the slow up-and-down of his breathing - fills my heart to more than it can hold. He's so vulnerable, and so perfect. I love him so much that I almost can't handle it. I forget the frustrations and the monotony that fills my days and I just want to pick him up and hold him all night long because I know he's not going to be this small forever.