Today I watched you walking up the hill from the henhouse. Rubber boots. Shorts. Your bicycle helmet on. (You have a passion for wearing that helmet these days! Lol!) you are such a little boy. My toddler appears to be gone. In its place is this
So tonight - you asked me yet again to lie with you for one more minute. I said yes, but instead of setting the timer for one minute I set it for 20. And when it went off I set it for ten more.
Because these minutes are fleeting. You won't always want your mama to lie with you in the dark. You won't always want to watch my face as I lie there still, beside you. Your little hand clasped in mine. "Love you mama" you whisper, not knowing that my mind is trying desperately to record every minute. Your sweet toddler voice, the smell of your freshly washed hair. Before I know it you will be a teenager, begging me not to embarrass you in public with a kiss.
One more minute mama. My sweet son, I will always have time for you.