This morning, sometime around 4 a.m., I was awoken by the feeling of my little Kyle, my 5 year old angel, crawling up in bed and laying on top of me. This is something I don't recall he has done since he was just a baby.
Don't get me wrong, he crawls into my bed every night and wraps his one arm around me or his leg or his foot... he always has to be touching me, just to know that I am there.
This morning was so different, so sweet.
Just like an infant that lies still on the chest of their parent, my little baby crawled right up there. What made even more sweet for me was that he was wearing his cute little fuzzy "footie" pajamas. Just like those he would have worn as an infant.
I laid there, holding him, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back. At least until his little hand reached up to wipe off the kisses I had left him, like he always does.
Then he scooted over next to me, wrapped his arm around me and was back asleep.
Funny, with all the drama in my life right now, I think that very moment, calmed my heart and mind like nothing has in a long time.
He took my breath away and stole my heart all over again...
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