These Moments

Every day I hear him. The soft pitter patter of tiny feet across the linoleum. Across the wood. Every day I see him. Tiny hands that are as cute as a button. Wispy, blonde hair with curlicues in back. Big, brown eyes that sparkle. The smile that brightens my day. The little guy with no worries. I had always wanted a brother. I guess God thought I needed one too. Now I come home every day to little laughs that let me forget about the world and its disappointments. Little moments that let me escape the sadness. These are the moments I cherish. Little moments. God knew exactly what I needed.