I love my baby.
I could leave it at that, but here's another reason to add to the list of about 100: Tonight, after another failed attempt to get him to sleep, I gave up trying to rock him and laid him instead on the changing table (for the obvious reason, but also because that's where we do a good bit of our socializing). After I had changed his diaper and his outfit (due to a lovely dose of spit-up), I leaned in and put my face just a couple of inches from his so I could talk to him. His big ol' smile disappeared as he studied my face.
Now, as part of our nighttime feeding tradition, I like to stroke his cheek as he nods off to sleep. Baby skin is just so soft, and I like the feel of his skin against mine. Well, tonight as we stared at each other on the changing table, his little fist came up and rested on my cheek. With a little pat-pat, that beautiful little fist then explored my chin, my nose, and my cheek while he gazed up at me. I could have melted right then except then I would have missed the whole experience. His little fist stayed on my cheek for a good two minutes as we talked back and forth, and when I stroked his cheek again, he beamed at me.
These are the moments that take my breath away as a mom. I love my Wesley.
1 comment:
What a precious post. Sometimes, I like to just sit out on my porch and rock my 10 month-old son and marvel at him. These moments are slipping by so fast. I wish I could bottle them. :)
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