these photos were taken seconds from each other, while in the middle of what we call our laundry war. lately, he loves climbing onto my face, resting his head into the cove of my neck, humming, kissing, biting.
we spend a lot of time looking up, talking about all the things there are to talk about. birds, shadows, why cats have fur, the importance of being gentle, the height of a plum tree.
why we don't eat toilet paper. earth, the third planet from the sun.
juice. the shape of crackers.
i often imagine what our conversations will be like when we both grow older, when he's old enough to know that i know only what i know. when he'll correct me for my shortcomings. when he'll look to mathematicians and scientists and philosophers rather than the small and passionate library of my mind.
he's growing rapidly, like a favorite movie that's been fast forwarded and you keep waiting for someone, anyone to hit pause.
"but this is my favorite part," you'll say.
but it is, you know.
this is my favorite part.
Just beautiful..."but this is my favorite part." sighReplyDelete
thank you, beautiful Kerrie. I cherish your words and hold them in my heart.Delete
You are so beautiful Kerrie and so is Your son, mine will be 24 next month. i miss those precious moments when he was so little and all cuddly and all mine. it went by so fast !ReplyDelete
i am grateful for him, he is such a beautiful and loving young man now and still living with us
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I know your heart as mine is the same way regarding my children....Having 4 ranging from 14 months (today =) ) to 9 years old. I miss everything about everyone, the newborn smell, the "not too little" cuddling with mama time. I enjoy everything about their growing process, but so bittersweet and I wish I could steal a moment from each day and put it in a box for safe-keeping. Love your blog, love your writing and your little guy is such a beauty! xoxo ~Ashley shehimthem.wordpress.comReplyDelete
Wow, four babies, what miracles you brought into this world. I could only imagine how massive the contents of your heart must be. I think if we allow ourself to be fully present in the moments that really truly matter, then it's never far from us. Every stage of their lives are beautiful, no doubt, but I know the heart tugs that come at simply remembering what it was like when they were so very tiny. Something about the fragility...Thank you so very much for all your kind words, so happy to have you here and as a friend. xxoDelete
Oh my heart! This is so sweet! It just feels like yesterday that my little guy was this wee- now he is six and knows the sun is made of burning gases. Soak it all in!!!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Sharilyn. Oh I love this comment more than I can tell you ~ "the sun is made of burning gases" ~ what a smart, precious boy you have. One day, I hope he can tell me the same, but for now, I will soak it in, as you say. xxoDelete
These photos remind me of times with my sweet boy.ReplyDelete
It's all my favorite part too. Being a mother is the most amazingly wonderfully precious gift in the world.
Sweet Kayla, I love you so. It is a gift, no doubt on that one. xoDelete