July 09, 2010

while you were sleeping

I peeked back, as we raced on forward, world whipping by at 75 miles an hour, and there you were... sound asleep. I was thankful your eyes had given up the scenery for rest... and couldn't resist dragging the camera from my purse. Sleeping boys make Mamas think. And dream. And remember.
The scar on your cheek, that has been there since day 2. I thought it would fade.  But it hasn't... not in four thousand nine hundred-something days.  And speaking of a million days... five thousand days ago?  I wasn't sure how I would love a boy... a son.  But from the instant I held you, I knew that God had taken care of all of those fears.  All those, and more.
While you were sleeping, my mind raced through the last few summers.  The days we've spent apart... the adventures you've experienced on your own... how much you have grown.  Oh, you have grown.  From stocky little boy to a stretched out young man... and with every inch your body has grown, so has my love. 
Four thousand nine hundred-something days later... and I wonder how I could have ever wondered how to love a boy... and I'm so thankful you've taught me things I never knew I never knew.
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6 comments:

Busy Bee Suz said...

I am convinced it is your purpose in life to make me cry.

This is beautiful...you are beautiful and you love him with your beautiful heart.
He is special, I know this as well.

And for the life of me, after all the days I have looked at that face, I have never noticed that scar. How is that possible?

Jennifer Juniper said...

I love this and know I will feel the same way when my guys are this big :)

imoomie said...

I am feeling the tug on my heart strings.

Hurry, spray him with that stuff that will keep him from getting another day older!

Richella said...

I love this post. Isn't it amazing to watch little boys become young men? Amazing and humbling and . . .

tear-producing.

Oh, I know you were glad to get him back. But it's awfully poignant for them to be away for awhile, isn't it? Then you can so clearly see how they've grown.

Funny how we don't know what we don't know. You know? Yes, you know.

Richella said...

Wait a minute.

I guess I don't scroll down on your blog very often. . . I usually read each of your posts when it's at the top of the page! But today I scrolled down, and what do I see? My name in the list of things you're thankful for!!

Oh, gosh, I love you. You have just made my day; do you know that??

Cassie said...

And then you'll turn around and your young man will be turning 40...or so it seems. (My Teddy will be 40 on his next birthday.) Now I'm nostalgic.