Oh, how glad I am that I was there.
To see his smile.
Hear is giggle.
Watch the breeze blow his shock of hair.
Catch the way he stretched his striped-socked foot out straight.
Marvel at his handsomeness and the beauty of the day.
Notice his eyelashes, his tiny hands gripping, his chubby cheeks. Oh, the chubby cheeks.
Of all the things I could have been doing then, I’m glad I wasn’t.
I’m so glad I was there.