Monday, January 19, 2009
Early this morning I heard the familiar creak of Jack's bedroom door opening. Then...pitter patter of little feet coming down the hallway and stopping at my bedroom door. "Anyone home???" called Jack into my dark bedroom.
"Me." I responded with as much enthusiasm as I could muster for 5:55 AM.
"Momma, can I sleep with you?"
"Sure Jack, climb on in." I said without moving.
Jack took a moment to climb into my bed with all his stuff (blanket and stuffed animals) and laid down next to me. I felt his cold little feet on my leg and we stayed that way silently for a few moments. Then the conversation began...
Jack: Can you turn around so I can see your face?
Jack: Momma- turn around so we can face each udder.
Me (rolling over): Okay.
Jack (hugging me): I love you Mommy.
Me: I love you too buddy...so much.
Jack: You love me so much.
Me: Yes I do.
Jack: I'll always be your baby.
Me: Uh huh.
Jack: Even when I'm all grown up I'll still be your baby, right?
Me: Yes. You will always be my baby.
Jack: Momma, what if you were born big and then got smaller and smaller?
Me: You mean if you were born like an old man and grew into a baby?
Jack: Uh huh. And then if you were a baby and you stayed like that forever and ever.
Me: That would be weird.
Jack: Could that happen?
Me: No that's not the way it works.
Jack: Momma, can we go downstairs now?