Sitting in an auditorium with 2 boys scrunching up close to me. They
are both getting tired, and they both put their heads in my lap. I
stroke one's soft, fine hair (that comes from me) and the other's
coarse, thick hair (that comes from some unknown gene). Contentment.
It is time to leave, and I carry one for a while. I feel his sweet,
chubby arms around my neck and his comforting weight in my arms.
Nothing sweeter than having him rest his head on my shoulder. This
will be gone before I want it to be. These are the things that I will
miss the most. The 2 bigger ones have already moved on to bigger and
better things. Sigh.
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2 comments:
Awww . . . love this post! I'm SO there with you . . . they all grow SO fast! =)
sigh! jenna, i feel the same way!
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