What matters is right now in this moment. I’m singing to you while you look at me. I feel the warmth of your little body fresh from the bath. I smell your baby smell. The nightlight glowing soft and warm in the corner of the room.
The future is undefined. It will be what it will be. I can try to hoard money and things. To end the day with an abundance of stuff. But none of that matters at all compared to this moment with you. My baby boy. How close and intimate this moment with you is. And it is beyond compare with any material possession.
Now. Now. Now. This is what matters. Be here. Don’t be there. Be here. Always.
