The dim glow of the stars shining on the ceiling from Connor’s favorite light illuminates the most magnificent, sleepy green eyes, and my favorite man smiles up at me as I step inside. Connor shifts on his feet, reaching his tiny hands into the air, grabbing for me. “Mama!” I scoop my son into my arms and cuddle him close, my eyes fluttering closed against his fine, blond wisps. “Hi, baby,” I whisper. “Mama missed you.”
