He hangs onto my legs, skirt, pants any time I'm in the kitchen. Follows my every move. Looks up with his hands raised and goes, "uh, uh, uh...." He wants me to pick him up. So I do, and I stir with one hand and put away with one hand and wipe down with one hand. Then I need two hands so I go to put him down, but his legs hike up and he twists his face to a pout and back in my arms he is. Dinner can wait. Its that moment I know he owns me.
He runs full speed ahead arms out. He collapses into my arms where I'm sitting on the floor in a fit of giggles, and looks up at me with his puckered lips and tongue sticking out. He wants a kiss. He gets one. Then another, and another and another. He snuggles right into my neck and sighs. I'm a goner. This child owns me too.
My boys totally own me. All the late nights, blow out diapers, inconsolable crying?
Forgotten.
Or at least insignificant. Those things don't matter.
All that matters is boys that want to be held and snuggled and that I get to be the person to do it.
They're amazing. The most amazing little people I know. And I get to help mold them. And guide them. And teach them.
I love them so, so much. And I'm so sorry, but I just can't think of any topics to write about lately besides how much I love them and how awesome they are. Its ridiculous how giddy with happiness they make me.
And I say it all the time. And its so cliche. But I am the luckiest person in the world because I get to be their mommy.
Luckiest. Ever.
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| My Kyrie boy |
He runs full speed ahead arms out. He collapses into my arms where I'm sitting on the floor in a fit of giggles, and looks up at me with his puckered lips and tongue sticking out. He wants a kiss. He gets one. Then another, and another and another. He snuggles right into my neck and sighs. I'm a goner. This child owns me too.
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| My baby boy Kingston |
My boys totally own me. All the late nights, blow out diapers, inconsolable crying?
Forgotten.
Or at least insignificant. Those things don't matter.
All that matters is boys that want to be held and snuggled and that I get to be the person to do it.
They're amazing. The most amazing little people I know. And I get to help mold them. And guide them. And teach them.
I love them so, so much. And I'm so sorry, but I just can't think of any topics to write about lately besides how much I love them and how awesome they are. Its ridiculous how giddy with happiness they make me.
And I say it all the time. And its so cliche. But I am the luckiest person in the world because I get to be their mommy.
Luckiest. Ever.
3 comments:
love.
This post makes me all warm and fuzzy. Very sweet.
MacKenzie- "And I'm so sorry, but I just can't think of any topics to write about lately besides how much I love them and how awesome they are." It is an awesome topic.
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