"Noah was a brave man to sail in a wooden boat with two termites." - Anonymous

Friday, November 13, 2009

Still My Baby

As I rock him in his darkened room, his eyes slowly close. He's fighting it. Fighting the nap he desparately needs. Not everyday, but definitely today.

He's almost two and a half.

But his hands, feet, and cheeks still have that baby fat.

As he succumbs to sleep, his hands curl into the loose fists I fondly remember. One small hand wrapped around my finger. The other brings his stuffie closer to his nose.

His breathing deepens, I feel his whole body relax.

And I relax, lean back, and close my eyes. Enjoying a moment that doesn't happen very often any more. The laundry and cleaning can wait five, ten, fifteen minutes.

6 comments:

3LittleMonkeys said...

Awwww....so sweet! We must treasure those rare moments.

Kami said...

I love this! I cherish each of these moments, too, knowing they will become fewer and farther between every day!

Kami's Khlopchyk said...

It makes me want to go back and savour every one of those moments instead of being so impatient to put them down.

Beautiful post Debbie, I love it!

R Royal Family said...

beautiful post, now let me go wipe the tears from my computer

Maya Laurent said...

Such a beautiful post. Tugged at my heart too with my little guy!

Tracey - Just Another Mommy Blog said...

It sure can. I have it all written down from only yesterday it seems, and yet my calendar tells me it was years ago... Stupid calendar.