things I know I'll forget

the sound of swallowing and breathing, in perfect rhythm while feeding Christian
Elise's breath- not exactly stinky, not exactly sweet- but I can't get enough of it
the constant sound of imagination- of stories being played out loud in the background of my day
the prayers of "please let him go back to sleep"
the back pain
the feeling of being fervently sucked on the chin
the feeling of being the most important person in the world to them