I Remember

Just like I remember what happened a second ago, I remember the moment he was born, when I first saw his wrinkled red face and first heard him cry.

I remember the first time I held him. And when he grabbed my finger in his tiny hand.

And I remember the firsts. First hugs. First steps. First words. First scraped knee. First sweet little song he sang. So many firsts, and seconds, and thirds.

Those precious moments so long ago. So long ago. . .