I had thrown all the pillows and blankets off the bed. I picked my son up from his crib and cradled him in my arms. I gently put him down on my bed and laid down next to him. We laid there in silence. His eyes were locked on to mine and mine were locked onto his. All I could think of was how much I love him and what a handsome young man he would grow up to be. I wondered what he thought about me?