Today I spent a TON of time trying to finish Ava’s birthday present. (pictures soon) I’ve spent a bit of time thru the week on it, but today was “bust it out” time. In case you’re wondering, this is my pattern. I was tired.
Later in the evening, she grabbed her books and hopped into my lap. It’s something I look forward to each night. And without fail, she starts this time out by putting her head on my chest, arms flung around my neck, and says “my momma.”
Post-snuggle, we read.
But during tonite’s pre-read snuggle, I held that lil’ bugger a moment longer. As much as I was looking forward to her birthday, which for some reason I thought was tomorrow… but of course I’m nostalgic about her growing up.
I inhaled the smell of her head, and it was almost like I was instantly back 2 years ago, that 1st nite we met… it was dark, and quiet, and it was just her and I. I whispered to her…
“Don’t turn two just yet. Stay this age just one more day, kid.”
I swear sometimes this kid just KNOWS what I’m saying, and she starred me straight in the eyes and seemed to say “OK, mommy. I get that.” What she really said was “Boo Boo pew!” and for the 10th time today Davez blamed his stank on the dog.
We finished up our story time and made our trek upstairs for bed. She walked up the steps, NO railing, NO hands or “lift” and scampered down the hallway. It was only then I realized she does not turn two until monday. (March 8th) I goofed at what day I was on.
Tomorrow I get one more day at her being right where she’s at.
I’ll deal with two on monday.
