We will still make miniature strawberry cupcakes for Valentine's Day. With sprinkles.
When you cry out in the night, "Momma, Momma, I want to sleep in you bed," I will carry you into my bedroom and tuck you in beside me with no sense of apprehension or guilt.
We will sleep in as late as we like and turn on the television in the bedroom whenever it suits us. Blue's Clues at five in the morning!
We will still watch at the window as the trash truck lumbers down our road on Wednesday mornings.
We will still play crashing derbies with your Matchbox cars.
We will still take weekly trips to the library to play with the Thomas trains and choose new books.
We will still surf YouTube for videos of tractors, combines, and monster trucks.
We will be just fine, my son, you and I.
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You will be more than fine.
Loving you both, always.
Not sure what's going on right now, but you're in my thoughts, Rachel, but you and Eliot are in my thoughts.
This reads as though something is changing dramatically and you are holding on to what is "normal" with two hands...whatever it is, keep hanging on...the new "normal" and the old luxuries somehow find the right groove...I love the "I want to sleep in YOU bed!" We are going through that ourselves right now. Little boys with new little brothers have a special need to hold on to Mommy's attention in any way possible, especially when Mommy is pretty much the woman they want to marry and have all to themselves...BLESSINGS to you!
Hope everything's okay. Thinking of you.
Rachel, I hope everything is ok with you at the moment. I'm thinking of you :-)
Thinking of you. I hope everything is ok.
Thank you for the kind words of support, everyone. It's nice to be reminded that I'm not alone.
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