Fifteen Months

I woke up early to cries from his room across the hall and slowly kicked one leg in front of the other as I unsteadily dodged a wall or two on my way out of the door.  I knew I had the cure to our before sunrise restlessness… sidling his body next to mine under the warmth of our white down.

A couple of hours later I woke to a sun drenched room and a chubby, tired little body stretched out across the bed with his feet twisted up into my arms.  I squinted my eyes open and memorized the soft folds of skin that his walking legs were causing to slowly disappear.  I caressed the outline of his feet and smiled as his toes still curve in towards my touch.  I rubbed his back to feel the gentle rhythm of his breaths in-out, in-out.

Fifteen months, and though it really only is a small bleep on the radar of life, I can’t imagine any journey without him on it. He’s so wholly filled our hearts.

So as sixteen months quickly approaches, I relish celebrating his almost year-and-a-half grinning mouthful of teeth, his favorite activity of throwing EVERYTHING with his fierce right arm and his vocabulary that’s growing at the speed of his now sprinting little legs.

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Happy Monday!