For the moment, he sits by me. I put my arm around him, he scooches his booty even closer to me, if that's even possible. And I kiss his curls and say, "Scoot into me bay-buh." And he softly grunts and leans his head down on me for a few precious seconds before jumping down to play.
Of course, he always comes back. I'm his favorite thing in the world right now. He sits beside me again, with an extra baby (an orange giraffe), thumb in mouth, and I wrap my arm around him again and kiss his curls once more and pray that I will never forget those short brief years when my babies couldn't get enough of me, nor I of them.