Levi
You are standing at the pantry
Throwing your sister’s cups and plates on the floor
You cry for me
But the second I walk into the room
You stop
You smile
Flashing that almost toothless grin
You climb
You stand
You crawl as fast as a gator
Making your mama run up and down the aisles of the library
You want me to hold you
But you cry the second I pick you up
You want me
You don’t want me
You grab at your sister’s hair
You grab at my hair (and smile while you do it)
You stand at the top of our front stoop with that silly grin on your face
Making me dash for the door hoping to catch you before you dive off our steps into the bushes
Levi
You tire me out
You make me want to have more babies
But until then, or if ever, I’ll hold you against my cheek, kiss you whenever I can, and smile back at you
My little boy.
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memories…..my how time flies!
This is beautiful, and I can so relate. Thank you for this.
Levi will cherish this. Especially when he has own little ones one day (crazy to imagine!)
Ditto!
Oh, the sweetness. This is pretty much the same way I feel about my own little boy.