I whispered in his ear as he closed his eyes to sleep, “Don’t leave your mom, baby Jack, I might need you someday… you stay close, sweetie… marry a good girl… a good Christian girl.” Then I laid him down and covered him with a blanket.
It’s been almost 6 months since our Jaxon was born. It has gone by in a blur.
People tell me all the time to “cherish these moments”. I promise you that I do. Every moment I get with these angels of mine is a pure blessing.
They are growing up so fast. Too fast.
So as time flies I breathe in their smells. Brianna’s hair after she sweats has a distinct smell, but it’s one that I enjoy. It’s her smell. Jeremy’s breath might knock someone else out, but I like it. A lot. Jaxon’s pacifier smells like him and so does his neck. My sweet smells. The ones nobody will enjoy, but me.
I giggle at their tiny underwear and hands and feet.
I smile at their silly words, “amen’t (means am not), i’m going to take a sleep (instead of nap), pam (instead of ham)”. And so many more.
Jeremy pretends to cut the grass. Someday it will be his chore.
Brianna helps fold laundry. Someday it will be her chore.
Jaxon will probably be the one to take out the trash on garbage days.
Heh!
I love these kids. Adore them.
And, time is flying.
I am aware of it like I am aware of myself.
I know it’s flying.
I know to cherish the moments.
I know.
I soooo get what you’re saying! I want the clock to slow down! Every moment with them is precious, moments that we’ll never get back! I’m just trying to be a good parent for them in the short time they’re with us……….trying (sometimes failing) being the operative word!