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My husband & I woke up to a beautiful summer morning. He pointed out a rainbow in the sky. I don't think I've ever seen a rainbow at 6am. Truly beautiful.
Sleeping next to my little boy all night (as usual because we like it that way), I'm appreciating these last fleeting months when he offers us the best of two worlds: we can still play with him, cuddle him, kiss him all over, and playfully toss him around as if he were still a year old, yet to some degree we can reason with him like a mini-adult. The little sentences that come out of his mouth are so precious, I just want to hug him and squeeze him a hundred times a day, if he'd let me.
Yesterday I put on a new maternity blouse, a little frillier than I'm accustomed to wearing. He watched me pull it over my head then when the blouse was in place he gasped, "Oh Mommy you're so beautiful."
I was speechless for a second, then said, "Thank you honey. You're beautiful too."
He looked at me with his big blue eyes, shook his head and said, "No, I'm not beautiful anymore."
Speechless again for another second I then assured him that he is indeed beautiful, and I couldn't help wondering where in his precious head all these thoughts were coming from. (John suggested that Michael might understand that "beautiful" is a word reserved for females and nature...whereas I should start calling my boy "handsome" instead. Eeh, perhaps.)
My love for him grew a million times during that exchange, as if it could grow any more...one day my heart is just going to burst overflowing.
And to watch Michael sleep is a blissful pastime in itself. I love him so much when he's sleeping. I love imagining what he might be dreaming about when his eyes are flickering. I love hearing him talk in his sleep. Other times I imagine that he's renewing himself for another day of tantrum throwing. Hehe. No, truthfully, the last two days he has been quite a pleasure to be with. Just gotta keep him busy!
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This morning my husband set off to work -- without our car. This was after we shared some peaceful time in the kitchen together getting food ready, and after admiring the morning rainbow. I wished him a pleasant day then I walked to the window to watch him set off on foot to his friend's house down the street to catch a ride.
See, he doesn't have to bum a ride off his friend. He could easily take our one car that he slaves away every day to pay for. But I watched him with his bag of food in one hand and a tray of food in the other, humbly walking down the dirt road in the early morning sunshine. For me. He slips out of his comfort zone to catch a ride with a co-worker so that I can have the car during the day. My heart filled with love for him as I watched him walk as far as the window would let me see. What a wonderful man.
Sleeping next to my little boy all night (as usual because we like it that way), I'm appreciating these last fleeting months when he offers us the best of two worlds: we can still play with him, cuddle him, kiss him all over, and playfully toss him around as if he were still a year old, yet to some degree we can reason with him like a mini-adult. The little sentences that come out of his mouth are so precious, I just want to hug him and squeeze him a hundred times a day, if he'd let me.
Yesterday I put on a new maternity blouse, a little frillier than I'm accustomed to wearing. He watched me pull it over my head then when the blouse was in place he gasped, "Oh Mommy you're so beautiful."
I was speechless for a second, then said, "Thank you honey. You're beautiful too."
He looked at me with his big blue eyes, shook his head and said, "No, I'm not beautiful anymore."
Speechless again for another second I then assured him that he is indeed beautiful, and I couldn't help wondering where in his precious head all these thoughts were coming from. (John suggested that Michael might understand that "beautiful" is a word reserved for females and nature...whereas I should start calling my boy "handsome" instead. Eeh, perhaps.)
My love for him grew a million times during that exchange, as if it could grow any more...one day my heart is just going to burst overflowing.
And to watch Michael sleep is a blissful pastime in itself. I love him so much when he's sleeping. I love imagining what he might be dreaming about when his eyes are flickering. I love hearing him talk in his sleep. Other times I imagine that he's renewing himself for another day of tantrum throwing. Hehe. No, truthfully, the last two days he has been quite a pleasure to be with. Just gotta keep him busy!
~~~
This morning my husband set off to work -- without our car. This was after we shared some peaceful time in the kitchen together getting food ready, and after admiring the morning rainbow. I wished him a pleasant day then I walked to the window to watch him set off on foot to his friend's house down the street to catch a ride.
See, he doesn't have to bum a ride off his friend. He could easily take our one car that he slaves away every day to pay for. But I watched him with his bag of food in one hand and a tray of food in the other, humbly walking down the dirt road in the early morning sunshine. For me. He slips out of his comfort zone to catch a ride with a co-worker so that I can have the car during the day. My heart filled with love for him as I watched him walk as far as the window would let me see. What a wonderful man.
