Strapped to my torso, her head rests on my heart.
Each breath I hear fills me.
The top of her head is the softest thing I could possibly touch.
The extra weight pulls me forward and requires extra strength to push down into my heels to stay upright.
It reminds me of a different time when I carried her without this backpack.
And yet, I feel strongest like this.
Forging ahead through life, but with precious cargo.
I promise darling.
I will carry you into your future.
You just sleep now.