I woke up yesterday morning to an overcast sky…dreary again….but as
i lay in bed listening to bryans breath going in and out in a steady flow i could
hear the little patter of feet coming up the stairs. Actually….they are not so little anymore….
more like thump…thump…thump.
Fin peeked his head in the door with his hair all jostled…his tattered blue blanket
which he named tickly due to the fact that it’s so worn it has
little tiny threads that tickle his arm. He had it wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf.
I let him crawl in bed and snuggle under my arms…all the while thinking…he doesn’t
do this much anymore.
He asked for his back tickled….something all my children love….even myself….
but for some reason…..my back is the one that never gets touched.
I laid there taking all this in….laying beside my five year old with my face in his head.
I whispered to him……please don’t ever leave.
Isn’t it amazing how you can have one of those moments…that it stops your heart right
in it’s track so that you can hardly breath.
His hair smelled like strawberry shampoo….his soft jammies rubbed against my skin…
his heart beating against me…
and he just snuggled into me with my body wrapped around him.
I don’t get these moments very often.