there are no words

Yesterday morning began like any other these days… 6:15am tiny, stomping footsteps (H is a heel-walker like his momma) up the stairs to our bedroom. Sneaking to the side of the bed he gets really close to me while I pretend to still be sleeping. And rather than the typical tickling, yelling of “wake up!” or poking of my side, he leans in and kisses my arm then climbs in bed. Then he sweetly, but, excitedly whispers in my ear that he has seen something.

Me: “What did you see?”

H: “I saw a star…” motions with his hand, “flying slowly across the sky…”

Me: “Yeah buddy — that’s a shooting star!” (he has never seen one before)

H: “…It was my grandpa… it was my grandpa sending me a kiss.”

Again, I find myself with no words.

Listening: Lower Dens

6 Responses to “there are no words”

  1. Oh, sweet boy. This made my eyes get wet.

  2. thank you Hilah… mine too. : )

  3. oh my! tears in my eyes too!

  4. There are no words to describe how special that little guy is. Love him so.

  5. What a doll. He is intuitive.

  6. i love him and you all so very very much. there is magic everywhere. little H is a reminder of that every day!

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