He began a whole new volume of my life when he came along. He started this blog. When he was small we were never separated and lying there in the bed with me, man, I was there. He drifted off to sleep and it was the best thing ever. Seriously, we had a moment.
I stayed there for awhile. I didn't want to break the spell. I didn't want time to march any further and anyone to get another second older. I quietly kissed his sweet head and slipped from the bed. I was just down the hallway when another feeling came over me.
I know my children well. I just had to check...
I tiptoed back to his room and peeked inside and
THERE HE WAS STANDING BY HIS SHELF SNEAKING HIS KINDLE.
That turkey totally faked me out and pretended to be so precious and sleeping until I left the room! THEN he tried to make me feel bad: "Mom, you scared me!" Oh don't even.
I wasn't mad, though. I took away the Kindle, sure. If it hadn't been so late I would have even let him have it then. We still had a moment, even if it was under false pretenses. I don't know the last time we cuddled like that and who knows when he'll oblige again. It was the best.