What it felt like when he first kicked in my womb, barely a flutter, early one morning when only I was awake.
How surreal it was to see him on the screen during the sonogram, and to feel him roll at the same time.
His weight on my chest, when he was hours old, and knowing he knew I was his mother.
His eyes looking up at me when he nurses contentedly, while his tiny hands gently pat my side at the same time, as if to say, I love you.
The small sleepy sounds he makes, when his tummy is full, as he falls asleep on my shoulder.
The giggles that let me know how happy he is to see my face.
The miracle and honour it is to be his mother.