Last night, as I was laying in the guest room bed with my 4 year old, we were snuggling under the covers and he was telling me about some little antics with his friends at preschool earlier in the day. We were in the guest room due to the fact that his sheets were still in the dryer from a little mishap the previous night, just in case you were wondering.
Within a few minutes, I could tell my little Setheroo was slowly drifting toward the edge of the abyss of unconsciousness. With his eyelids closed, he reached out his warm, moist hand and patted my cheek and whispered in his little boy voice, "I love you so much, Mommy!" And my heart swelled with immeasurable joy at the bestest gift that my little boy could give me.
I hope and pray that when other memories flee with age, that this one that evokes so much joy and love will stay forever and ever. I want to recall the feeling of his hand on my cheek when he is slamming out the door on the way to see his friends, and the whisper of his words as he shouts and hollers about not finding something important in the moment. I want to hold onto the feeling when tears and time obscure the way.
I always want to remember and feel the way I did last night when I received the bestest gift he could give. I love you so much too, Setheroo!
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