Hundreds? Thousands? That's the number of nights I've laid in bed with my son before one of us fell asleep. For the longest time, and still sometimes, Noah won't go to sleep until I've laid down with him. I've oft wondered when that last time will be that he asks...or even allows it. So special has that time been to me that I'm going to desperately miss it when I realize its happened.
Last night we did our normal routine but for some reason it felt a little different. Perhaps it even felt a little more special than others. One reason I'm sure is because I knew I was leaving town for five nights starting the next day. Another reason no doubt was because we'd been able to spend all evening together fishing, wrestling and tossing around the football.
At bedtime he likes to lay alongside me with his head on my right shoulder...my right arm under his neck and my right hand rubbing his belly. We've fallen asleep in this exact position more times than I can count.
As we laid there in bed talking about whatever came to his mind I was overtaken with how enormous he was and how indescribably close we have always been. That boy is a part of me and I a part of him. While I think these things freely, saying them takes more effort. But I do say them. He needs to know, after all! I'm sure he sees and feels how much I love him but I want him to hear it, too. It pushes me outside my comfort zone but I know we're both better off for it.
Last night we did our normal routine but for some reason it felt a little different. Perhaps it even felt a little more special than others. One reason I'm sure is because I knew I was leaving town for five nights starting the next day. Another reason no doubt was because we'd been able to spend all evening together fishing, wrestling and tossing around the football.
At bedtime he likes to lay alongside me with his head on my right shoulder...my right arm under his neck and my right hand rubbing his belly. We've fallen asleep in this exact position more times than I can count.
As we laid there in bed talking about whatever came to his mind I was overtaken with how enormous he was and how indescribably close we have always been. That boy is a part of me and I a part of him. While I think these things freely, saying them takes more effort. But I do say them. He needs to know, after all! I'm sure he sees and feels how much I love him but I want him to hear it, too. It pushes me outside my comfort zone but I know we're both better off for it.
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