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Monday, November 1, 2010

One Thousand Gifts . . .

I open his door and lift all almost four years of his sweet goodness into my arms.

I want my no-no.

You can't have it, baby.  You're a big boy now.  You're not a baby anymore.

I feel his tears as he stumbles with his words,

When I get to be ba-be 'gain?

I squeeze and hold him tight.  Trying to explain what I don't even want to understand.

Go to sleepytown.  You'll have sweet dreams.

What I deam?

You'll dream about puppy dogs and super heroes.  And when you wake your no-no will be in the fridge waiting on you.

I stand at his door and listen to soft sobs until quiet, willing myself to not get the no-no.

I awake to the sound of running feet on hard floor.  He climbs up beside me and says . . .

I had sweet deams las' nite, Mommy.

You did?  What did you dream?

I deamed 'bout puppies and su-per heloes and lou.

  My gratitude list continues . . .

him dreaming of me

uneven bangs

a wall to lean on when willpower is weak

the sound of running tiny feet

a child's forgetfulness

the smell of baby shampoo

listening to bedtime prayers with daddy

him running to me with teeth brushed, mouth wide open

little arms around me

morning bed hugs

timers set

songs to Jesus

quarter offerings
My list, #'s 384-396.




2 comments:

KTElltt said...

Oh, man, this was a sweet one. I love the things that go along with them being so little too. And seeing them grow is a joy but it is so bittersweet...

Penny said...

Ahhh....

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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