every morning
We hear a rustle. The click of a car and truck, left by one of us at the edge of his bed, being picked up and taken back to the head of his crib. Sometimes singing to George or his other stuffed friends. Sometimes a conversation between him and his toys – telling them where to sit; what to do.
Then, finally,
“Mommy!”
“I miss you Mommy.”
And I run downstairs and peak in at that little face, barely visible in the dim morning light as he looks at me and smiles and repeats,
“I MISSED you Mommy!”
“I lov-ee you.”
And my heart melts into a puddle of goo right there in the doorway.
Sometimes he then tells me to,
“Go away Mommy. I’m not ready.”
So, I close the door and listen for him to be “ready”.
But, most days he asks that I get him so that we can,
“Play Time please. In the fun room!”
Listening: Detox Retox
i’m so glad he can talk now. it is amazing to hear the wonderful things going on in his brain. love it.
so sweet my teeth hurt!
He is the most amazing little boy. Love him so much.