One day when he is bigger than me and a smart mouthed teen instead of a smart mouthed toddler and I want to kick him out because I can’t take it anymore, I will look at these photos and remember a time when I had no need of any entertainment. I just wanted to watch him breathe in and out while he slept.
I will laugh when I think how he kicked off his covers every night no matter how many times I put them back on and no matter how cold it was in the house, he felt like an oven when I checked on him. I will smile when I think of how he would hold on to his pillow yelling, “Nooooo!” and “Don’t want to!” when I tried to get him to wake up in the morning because I know exactly how he felt.
One day he won’t want to lay his head on my shoulder in the morning while he wakes up. He’ll be far too cool for that. So I’ll be the one to remember that he slept with his bum in the air and even after I brushed it, his hair looked exactly the same as it did when he first woke up.
But today, when I sent this guy off to school he stopped on the porch steps and yelled, “LOVE YOU MOMMY!” at the top of his lungs.