I just had one of those defining moments in life. While admiring my son as he fell asleep in my arms for bedtime, as he does each night, it hit me… what “love” must be. I didn’t have a particularly tiring day today, in fact, I spent most of it relaxing with my son, D. So far, I’d prefer the time that I spend with him to be limitless. I want time to stand still so that he’s always this young, we’re always together, he’s not too cool for me, and I always know what he’s up to. Tonight, as he drifts off to sleep, his eyes begin to flutter and a reflex smile forms across his face as he enters a dreamy state. I am jealous. I want to be with my son so often that I’m jealous I’m not with him in his dreams. That… is love.