i simply can't catch every moment some are just too quick to pass in a breath they slip right through my fingers how i long though, to make each one last. the sweetness of you at bedtime the silliness as you run in the sea the small hand in mine as we’re crossing the street these moments i'll keep just for me first giggles that came without warning first smile as bright as the sun tiny first steps I replay in my mind the day that my baby turned ONE. yet, the first 'ma!' was spoken, in what month? first tooth popped when? i can’t recall was it four or five months, you rolled over? were you EVER (no really?) THAT small? but, the first time you latched in the NICU and the first night i woke to your cry the first time i laid you in your papa’s arms i can see without closing my eyes. yes, i simply can’t catch every moment i know deep down it must be this way i can’t ever hold on to a past that you aren’t for you ARE; you’re this moment, today.