“It can’t get any better than this,” says the new parent, over and over, as they hold their precious newborn for the first time.
And yet it can.
Because the best moment of your life is not when your child is born…it is the billions of moments to follow.
It’s the moist smell of her hair as she lays, mouth agape, sleeping against your bare chest.
It’s that first smile, even though you know it’s only gas; and that real smile a month later.
It’s a roll-over, a knee crawl and a reach for the coffee table. It’s that first wobbly step.
It’s the way their lip curls when you leave the room and their eyes light up when you return.
It’s sticky fingers wrapped tightly around yours.
It’s the way she looks at you…like you are her everything.
It’s the first time he finishes the alphabet in the backseat of the car.
It’s her feet on top of his feet, hands clasped, dancing around the living room as one.
It’s when she gives you the last Tootsie Roll…because she knows it’s your favorite.
It’s letting go of the bike seat.
It’s, ‘Daddy when I grow up, I’m going to marry you…”
It’s his small bare feet inside your great big boots.
It’s knowing he will someday fill them up.
It’s seeing her hand entwined with another in that first attempt at love.
It’s when he sticks up for his little sister…because it’s the right thing to do.
It’s when you sit through your first middle school band concert…oh, wait…no…wrong list.
It’s when she rounds the corner in her prom dress.
It’s every…single…time…they walk back in the door alive and healthy.
It’s goodnight hugs even when he’s seventeen.
It’s when she skips the party…to make cookies and play scrabble with you.
And it’s at graduation, when he lays his head against your shoulder, grasps your shirt, and cries.
No, the best moments of your life aren’t obvious. They are disguised…as life.