Love This Boy

When Sam was first born I used to rock him to sleep at night and be overcome by the joy of being his mother. I would cry as I held his warm little body and felt his breathing on my neck. Now that Sam is getting closer to 3, these moments have become a bit more sparse. It is a rare thing for he and I to be together and experience stillness. And quiet. He is a boy on the go and likes for me to be right there beside him.
Yesterday Sam and I were playing cars in his bedroom while Mollie napped. I was lying on his floor, pushing the cars back and forth. I guess I didn't realize how tired I was because I started to doze off, mid-driving. The next thing I knew, I heard Sam turn the fan on (we always have his fan on for white noise when he sleeps). He then crawled next to me and gave me the most delicate little kiss on my arm, and whispered, "goodnight." He walked to the door, and closed it as softly as he could so as not to wake me. As I heard his little footsteps walking down the hall, I had deja-vu of my "rocking baby Sam to sleep moments." As I lay there thinking about what a sweet and wonderful little toddler Sam is, he came bursting in the door yelling, "Time to wake up!!!"
The rest of our day looked something like this:




Sam, you are an adventure.