You see, I always wanted to be a mom. Having 9 older siblings gave me that dream really early (I became an aunt at 5 years old) but as much as I love my nieces and nephews I dreamed of the day when I would have my own babies, who ran to my arms when they cried. My babies, who were talking about me when they said "Mama". My babies, who I got to dress up and make Halloween costumes for. My babies, who I read stories to before bedtime and snuggled with in the dark. My babies, who I would get to make cookies with and teach how to do the things I'm good at.
He stood on the chair to reach the counter and his little, dimpled hands held that butter knife very steadily. He dipped it in the frosting and carefully dotted the cookies a few times before looking at me for approval. I looked in his bright eyes, praised him, kissed his cheeks and thought, "I want to remember how grateful I feel that I'm here right now." So here I am writing this and feeling tired . . . but the good kind.
Very sweet Liz! I feel similar. I am no expert in the kitchen, but being in there and doing something with you little one is what I always imagined as the best times of motherhood. And I was right haha. We made fresh squeezed juices this weekend, and LBJ was so into it and kept giving me the cutest looks. I loved it. Felt like I was finally doing something right.
ReplyDeleteyou are sweet, liz. i can only imagine all of the fun things that little guy will learn with you around. ;)
ReplyDeleteI know exactly how you feel.
ReplyDeleteLiz,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the beautiful, happy posts!!! I know that you'll forever treasure the special memories that you are recording on your blog!
I have so enjoyed reading about you and your darling (and growing!) family. I hope that your Halloween is lovely, and that you have a wonderful holiday season!!!
Lots of love,
Janna