The hardest thing about coming home from two months of vacation, isn't seeing the heat scorched parched landscape, the jungle of weeds that once upon a time was hoped for as a garden, the bites from those sneaky swamp bugs, hot static cling playgrounds, East coast pace of life, or the sidewalk scraped knees. It's the mountain of photos that I'd love to share and print and frame, but forget about with every day's new adventure. It's the fact that when I look at them and see all the family members and hear your sweet toddler inquiries about cousins and uncles and Grandma and Nana it makes me wish away a plea that we could somehow see our family more often.
It's amazing how lovely order, routine, and your own bed can feel. Even though I pine away at night thinking how wonderful it would be to have a bed that didn't break in the middle of naps leaving a preggo mama squished between a slumping sharp wood frame and your body and cuddlesome cats...I absolutely love no other mattress more than the comfort of our own. Sorry Ritz!
I so dig the way you roll. Since birth you have shown your carefree, laid back, I'll thrive in any situation personality. This makes me dream of future possibilities! Structure? Late nights and mini naps? You go party hardy and go with the flow. Mr. flexible, I feel so spoiled by your cheerful, always happy, sunshine self. All you need is undivided attention. This makes me laugh inside because I used to think your Dad was high maintenance in the need department. You, being just like your Daddy, are about 100 times Bobcat attention power. Your love tank is gigantic and craves touch, affection, attention, quality time, and interaction like no one I have ever met. You have to fall asleep with my arms around you, our cheeks touching, caressing. Through out the night, you cling to my body reaching out and easing into the warm touch of flesh about you. You receive more one on one attention than I have ever given anybody and you still desire more interactions. Perhaps I shouldn't make you my moon, but I can't help it. You're kind of irresistible and impossible to say, "no," to...just like your Daddy.
In the morning you wake up with smiles and steamroll me for more cuddles. You pull my face to yours holding my chin and give me a dozen pecks (you do this before bed too!) and tell me, "I'm (you just started calling yourself "me" or "I" instead of "you") awake. Wake up Mommy." I have this little game inside where I enjoy hearing your first line of the day. It's so adorable to hear your thoughts. Some during vacation were:
"cousins awake?"
"Go see Nana?"
"Waffle time!"
"Daddy come home?"
"Mommy, you so pretty"
It's so you it just makes me smile. You wake up buzzing with cheerful radiance and life. I pray you'll always feel so zesty inside greeting every opportunity with a smile.
Lately you amaze me with your conversation. You listen to every word I have with another person and recount it to me later in full sentences with full comprehension!!!!!!! Yikes. You remember peoples names and if you don't know someones proper name or their pet's name, you ask me for it. On vacation, you noted how everyone would sit around the dinner table and tell stories talking. You surprised me by offering your own! You like to share funny moments you have with your Daddy explaining in detail how you play monsters or watched a funny thing together. You retell amusing moments to me and things you remember doing in such vivid detail it shocks me!
You say the sweetest kindest most heartwarming things to me all the time! When we had the hurricane, I left you inside while I took hero to the bathroom in the storm. You held up your hands in prayer position and told me, "praying Mommy safe." You have to make sure you know the whereabouts of everyone. You are happiest when everyone is together in big groups having a "party." You worry if, "you 'got wave" meaning you forgot to wave to a neighbor going by, or weren't able to say goodnight and give hugs and kisses to loved ones.
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