Thursday, December 10, 2009

Someday...




This morning, like most mornings, my early rising boy crawls into bed with me, Daddy has left long ago, and now it's time for Mom and boy, to snuggle. It usually takes place in one of two scenarios..


Here is how it looks, either it's WAY to early, and Mommy is still tired and crabby, and the boy lays quietly next to the Mommy. (or the wrath of the Mommy shall be heard by all)


Second senerio is this, it's late enough (6:45am) that Mommy now feels comfortable saying, "it's morning." In the second option, Joshua snuggles up next to me and we play the "i like" game, which consists of Joshua listing things he likes most about life, food and everything in between. Then I respond with either, "I like that too!" or "No, Mommy doesn't like that.." It's quite entertaining to hear the things he likes... they range from, peaches to dirt piles. Like I said, some of them I also like, and others, not so much.


Today however Joshua did not want to play the I like game, he wanted to wear my "Papa" ring, which for those of you who have already had your morning coffee, probably got that this meant my wedding ring.


I told him that "no, mommy doesn't want to take off her ring because it's very very special to her." And then after agreeing with me he stops to think. I love it when he does this because I can just see the wheels turning. He then looks at me, and says, "I'm going to have one of those someday Mom." I almost got teary and said, "I bet you will buddy."


However, that day is a long way off. But then he says, "you can be the Mommy! and I'll be the Daddy."


So, Chris, if your reading this, I might not be able to be married to you forever, because my Joshua wants me be his wife also. It was a very hard proposal to turn down, so I didn't do it. Not yet anyways. :)


This is one of those moments that a Mommy does not come by all that often and once again, I banked that memory with all of my sweetest treasures.


Our boys I tell you, they start being heart breakers real young these days.

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