Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday, Monday....

Evan slept in bed with us last night. He's a cuddler, which is his saving grace these days. I told Patrick that cuddling with him before bed is sometimes the only time during the day that he and I completely get along. Sad, right? I'm hoping it's just his age. Justin had a hard time around 6 years old (and 4 and 5 and 7, but I digress)...

ANYway, this morning, I actually woke up to his FACE instead of his feet, which is always a nice change... There is something so beautiful about a sleeping child. The peace and tranquility, yes. But also, it allows me the opportunity to gaze with abandon. I trace their eyebrows and jawline. Running my fingers through their locks, I am always amazed at the paradox: how young they still are, and how old they have grown...

Sigh... I also imagined the day where my boys won't think it cool to snuggle under our covers and be read to. When hormones change the way they view me. When the natural and completely expected divergence from childish things begins to wedge its way between us.

I know we are at the threshold. Justin is 9 1/2. He is at the end of single digits. The tiny pimples that occasionally peak through his curly mop are a beacon to me. They scream: He's your baby no longer!! Hold him close while you can!! (Ms. Sappypants is in the haaa-ouse...)

All right, all right. Enough wishy washy stuff. I am off to enjoy the day. Spend time with Corinne. Help her learn a few letters. Maybe wash a couple of socks, and remember to be thankful for all that I have.
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