Monday, January 7, 2008

My Baby!

It's just before 7:00 a.m. this morning. I've finished showering, drying my hair and attemping to hide the lines on my face and dark circles under my eyes with make-up. I walk out of the bathroom and it is still dark and very quiet in my house. The sun has not yet come up. Shane is sound asleep on the couch -- his bed away from home on the nights the little visitor invades our space as has happened on this night. Shane calls him the "heat seeking missile" because the more Shane scoots over to the side of the bed the closer Christian burrows himself into him. Eventually Shane always ends up on the couch.

Since Shane is on the couch in the living room I don't go turn on the television for the traffic and weather as is my usual routine. I peek into our bedroom and see that Christian is still fast asleep in our bed. I crawl into our nice warm bed next to him and with my head propped up in my hand I lean down and kiss the back of his head. His hair smells like a mixture of J&J baby shampoo and Old Spice shaving foam. I gave him some of Shane's shaving foam in a cup during his bath last night so he could "shave." Just as my senses are registering how sweet he smells he rolls toward me and somehow manages to curl himself up perfectly in the crook of my arm just like when he was a baby. And I lay there in the quiet, dark room and I feel his warm breath on my cheek and suddenly I'm back in the middle of one of those many nights of mid-night wakings after he's nursed and fallen back to sleep in my arms.

This perfect little creature God has given me to love and care for. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling his warm breath and his little body rising and falling with each one and for those few precious moments I get to live that all over again. For those few precious moments my little boy is my little baby again. But nothing lasts forever and eventually he stirs and rolls away back into his own little space with his head safely back on his froggy pillow. Many times on many different occasions people said to me "enjoy this moment because he'll only be a baby once." But this morning I got to experience one of God's little everyday miracles and I got to enjoy it one more time.


1st Christmas - 9 months old

5 comments:

Kelli said...

That is such a sweet story! I love it. I was just thinking the other day that I'm so glad that we have videos and pictures. But wouldn't it be great to lock in that wonderful smell of them as babies or even at the age they are now. I love that and never want to forget it.

You made me want to cry by reading this. :-)

Ruhiyyih Rose said...

Ohh so sweet. What a precious little boy...I am sure that someday computer will be able to share all senses - we could smell his sweetness too! :)

Bonita said...

Thanks for dropping by, Krissy...I know my Lemon Bisque really sabatoged a few new year's resolutions!

How fortunate you have a sweet little boy...these days are the best of your life, even if it is hard to wake up to them!

Lisa said...

My eyes welled up with tears when I read this post - that was soooooo sweeeet! And I know exactly how you feel - they grow up too fast don't they? :-(

Anonymous said...

awe...this is such a sweet story...and i love the photo of him. doesn't it seem like you still be picking up that little baby when you drive to daycare now, but out comes a little man. my, how quickly they grow.