angels

little boy.
he's so handsome.
one eye is smaller than the other.
permanent scowl in between his delicate eyebrows.
i hold back the urge to tell him i love him.
he's not even my child.
but his little rolls, his delicate cry...
he's so precious.
the lives that are saved by modern medicine.
are they preciously preserved just to touch my life?
sometimes it feels that way.
his mama loves him dearly, but she can't ALWAYS be here.
i'm there with him all day at "work".
can i kiss his chubby cheek? probably shouldn't.
i want to! he deserves the world.
thanking God for these opportunities.
to care for those who need it
and snuggle them close when they cry.
they might be my patients and they might be my angels.