Breathing

Last night I was half asleep, listening to Omar breathe as he lay on my chest. As I dozed off, I was thinking about how many more breaths he takes for every one breath I take...it triggered a memory of lying on Grandpa Ray's chest and thinking about how few breaths he took in the same time that I took several breaths. I remember trying to match my breathing to his and it being impossible...the point is, I remember. I wonder how young I was?