Tiny Moments I Never Want to Forget

I never want to forget

how your little feet sounded against the wood floor

as you ran toward me, arms wide,

like I was the whole world.

I never want to forget

the way your hand searched for mine

in the middle of the night,

half-asleep, fully trusting.

I never want to forget

the crumbs under the kitchen table,

the mismatched socks,

the drawings taped to the wall

with more love than tape.

I never want to forget

the way you say “just one more” —

one more story, one more cuddle, one more minute.

I never want to forget

that this is the magic.

Not the milestones.

Not the perfection.

But the quiet, ordinary, golden moments

that don’t ask to be remembered

— and still somehow stay.