Jonathan Edens

At around 9 o’clock this past Saturday night, I found myself lying on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. I should have known it would have that kind of an effect on me, but I didn’t expect it to feel so much like pain. The aching feeling in my chest was almost unbearable. The best way I can describe it would be “grief”… but without the accompanying feeling of despair. I did, however, feel an overwhelming sense of loss. Only, I hadn’t lost a close friend or dear relative… I had lost something else….

He takes quick, short breaths. I take long, deep ones.

I watch his tiny body rise and fall to the rhythm of it as he drifts off to sleep on my chest.

The weight of him is overwhelming…