Tuesday, June 5, 2012

his favorite

I sit on the couch. Looking at my computer, seeing how long it'd been since I actually used my beloved camera. Too long, by the way. Brennen climbs up next to me, his thumb in his mouth, his baby (a blue bear) in his hand, holding the tag on the butt of the baby. He's observing his brothers playing and being silly this morning. I know it's only a matter of time before he jumps down to hop into the middle of their play. He loves to be in the midst of them.

For the moment, he sits by me. I put my arm around him, he scooches  his booty even closer to me, if that's even possible. And I kiss his curls and say, "Scoot into me bay-buh." And he softly grunts and leans his head down on me for a few precious seconds before jumping down to play.

Of course, he always comes back. I'm his favorite thing in the world right now. He sits beside me again, with an extra baby (an orange giraffe), thumb in mouth, and I wrap my arm around him again and kiss his curls once more and pray that I will never forget those short brief years when my babies couldn't get enough of me, nor I of them.

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1 comment:

  1. I couldn't agree more! Those toddler years go by so fast!


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