These are the good old days

this morning i held my daughter, Sierra, extra long after i fed her her morning "snooze feed" bottle.

since it's so early, she's usually tired and begins falling back asleep on my shoulder before i put her back down.

there's an indescribable beauty in that moment where it feels like time completely stops around us.

i can feel her warm head against my neck

her breath moving in and out

her little body resting against mine

legs dangling

in that moment, an immense clarity washed over me.

this is what really matters.

right here

right now

savor this

these are the good old days.