Every night, after your bath, I sit with you in our rocking chair and watch your little face and think about how much I love you. I watch as your grey-blue eyes search the room, focusing on the ceiling fan, the light, your stuffed animals, and finally, my face. I smile back when you smile at me with your toothless grin and laugh as you baby talk.
When I lift you up to kiss your soft chubby cheeks I smell your clean baby scent and feel your soft downy hair craddled in my hands. You cuddle your face into my neck and rub your button nose into my shoulder, so I know you are getting tired. I don't want to put you into your crib. I want to feel your warm little body snuggled in my arms because I know that all too soon you will be all grown up and too big for me to hold.
Every night, as we rock back and forth in our chair, I hope that somewhere there is another mother doing the exact same thing with her baby and she is feeling the exact same way that I am feeling. I hope that somewhere another mommy is as happy as I am because I should not be the only one who is as happy and as in love with her little baby as I am. I hope there is another woman somewhere who knows my joy and lives in the same beautiful world that I live in: a world that is more beautiful now that you are in it.
I love you, my sweet baby boy. I'll love you always.
4 comments:
Oh this was so sweet!
Look at him! Holding his head up already! Looks like you might have a genius on your hands....
:-)
BEAUTIFUL! Are you writing him in a journal too? I hae a friend who bought a journal and writes to her son when he accomplishes osmething big. I think it is a beautiful idea.
:)
Remember the moments like this. Really file them away to pull from when they do incredibly stupid things like try to fly from the fourth step or color all over your freshly painted bathroom walls. I'm not naming specifics I'm just saying....
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