In a rush I go to pick up my baby.
I slow myself down and proceed to pick him up in slow motion.
It is the weight of the baby I notice first. The shaky strength in my tired muscles next.
I feel the air thick around him. I pull him up through it — against gravity.
Our eyes lock. Nothing rushing me. I take in the moment. I breathe.
The moment savored. I hug him close, hearts beating.
Peace fills the space around us, it swells within me.
A moment gained in the stillness of time.
A moment I almost rushed through.