I snuggle up to him, the curve of his back to my breast, listening to soft snores. I lie in the darkness knowing that all too soon these nights will come to an end. Just like the hugs and holding hands in public will. I wonder how much more time I will have before he doesn’t tell me anymore that one day he is going to marry me. When I will stop being his best friend and become a foe to rebel against?
Will I become a third party to his life and all he experiences?
I must remember to give him space when that time comes, so he will be able to stretch his wings. I will remind him that I am here if need be, no matter what that need is. I will watch him struggle, just like when he took his first steps, but I know he will prevail if only I trust and let him work through it. I think that will be the hardest part for me, learning to let go, while still holding on backstage. For right now I am going to enjoy every one of these moments when he comes in to share my bed, and robs me of my pillow.