All these things that happen while you are in my arms. 

Squarely settled on my lap. 
The usual fidgets resting alongside you and me. 
Peace occurs and then is interrupted by a vibration. Technology calls and I resist answering. 

This strange stillness between us, foreign territory that causes my mind to wander. Towards questions like: Am I wasting time? Why don’t I slow down more? How long will this last? My face itches. My mouth pulls to your head, daring a kiss to the sweet scent that is only yours for a few more months. 

I hold down all these things, as I know this quiet moment with you will end, as all things do. But it doesn’t end as soon as I expect, and I thank my arms for resting around you. And I thank you for resting on me. 

Later in the day you will cry, as one year olds do. You will disobey. You will not hold still. And I will think of all these things that happened while you were in my arms.