Today — somewhere between a spilled bottle and the soft hum of the afternoon fan — he sat just like this: tiny legs folded neatly beneath him, little hands resting on his round belly, eyes wide with that calm, curious glow only babies have 🧘‍♂️💛. His almost-smile wasn’t big or loud, just a quiet curve of the lips, as if he were keeping a gentle secret only the two of us could understand 💖✨.

He doesn’t know anything about the world’s noise — not “likes,” not deadlines, not the weight adults carry. All he knows are the simple miracles: clapping at shadows dancing on the wall, giggling at the sound of crinkled paper, gripping my finger as if it were the safest place on earth, and sinking his head into my shoulder when the world feels too big 🌈💞.

Some days stretch long, and some nights feel endless — filled with worry, fatigue, and whispered prayers. But then he looks up at me with those big, trusting eyes, as if I’m the entire sky he belongs under, and suddenly the whole universe feels softer, kinder, fuller 🌌💫.

If you’re reading this, leave him a blessing, describe his little expression in one word, or share a tiny moment from your day that warmed your heart 💛🌟.
Because these small, ordinary moments — these firsts, these glances, these soft breaths — are pieces of stardust I’ll hold close forever ✨🌙.