I caught him. Asleep in my bed. Peacefully dreaming and sharing my space. He looked so sweet. I caught him holding still, and I caught him looking innocent. It reminded me of days that are past. Just a glance at him sent me whirling back in time when I rocked him in his chair and when he snuggled on my lap. I skipped through memories of holding his hand in mine, and hearing his chubby feet slapping on the tile. I watched him for several minutes, and excused myself from my regular routine to enjoy every part of my time travel. I watched him silently sleeping and I listened to the rhythm of his breaths and wondered who he will become and what bumps life has in store for him. As I studied my baby who is becoming a little boy, I caught him growing. I noticed how far his feet are from his head, and it brought a smile to my face. He is becoming a handsome young man, and I have loved watching and participating in his growth. As I snapped these images of him and reveled in our memories, my world slowed down and I caught him thieving time from my day. I couldn't get angry and I couldn't move faster because I knew this moment would not come again, and so I spent several minutes with my boy. It was relaxing. It was therapeutic, and although he stole my time, it was worth every minute. I'm so glad I caught him.