Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Silly Valentine
This is Dave, my six year old (and me). This little man is the sweetest little guy. Just a few minutes ago he walked up to me and hugged me. Didn't say a word, just came up, hugged me and walked off.
When he holds my hand my heart gets a little bigger.
Almost every day coming home from school he'll say, "Mommy?" and I'll say, "yes?"
"I love you."
He snuggles all the time, but he's not to clingy. OK, sometimes he's a little clingy.
He loves to ask me what my favorite is of everything, and surprisingly, it's his favorite too!
What's my favorite reptile? (komodo dragon, thank you very much)
What's my favorite animal?
My favorite color?
My favorite place to have lunch?
Next month he's turning seven and I'm wondering how much longer the love will last. I know it will last a long, long time. His ten year old brother is proof of that. But it's different at ten. It's wonderful, but different.
Maybe that's why Dave's sweetness is so precious, because I know it's slipping away. Not slipping away as much as morphing into something else. Something just as wonderful in it's own way. But as my youngest grows and changes I feel the sweetness of each stage as it slips away.