Tonight, I rubbed Jeb's head and back until he fell fast asleep.

I didn't read to him tonight. But when I do, sometimes I find myself rushing. To slow down and savor, I take three breaths after reading the last words before turning the page. He looks. I can see him move his head slightly as he looks at individual faces, certain details. Sometimes I think that I could take many breaths before he would turn his face up or say, "Dad."