I want to send a sincere and heartfelt THANKS to the employees and customers of the Michael's craft store that Coach wandered into last week. Every last one of you that spoke to him, offering to help him out as he so obviously did not belong in there; helped to ensure that the gifts he helped Jock and Bug make for me turned out Exactly.Perfect.
Honey, after 16 years together it still makes me misty when you step out of your comfort zone for me. Thank you.
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Bug walked up to me in the kitchen last night with this revelation:
Bug: Mom, I know why the heart is the symbol for love.
Me: Really? Why is that?
Bug: Well, when two people kiss, from the side their heads together are shaped like a heart. And you only kiss people you love.
Baby, may you always believe that you should only kiss people you love, and always see the hearts of everyone.
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The boys were told Christmas Eve that they were NOT to leave their rooms before 8 o'clock in the morning to come and wake us up. So at precisely 8:00:01, Bug wandered into my room, and poked my shoulder. Mumbling something about having taken some NyQuil before I went to bed so I couldn't get up yet, I pulled him down to lay next to me. Where he snoozed for another 30 minutes before I nudged him to go get his brother up, and we'd get this Christmas thing started.
As we were all gathering around the tree, getting settled into our gift opening positions, Jock was grumbling. Apparently, for no good reason that he could fathom, he had simply woken up at 6 o'clock. And try as he might, he hadn't been able to fully go back to sleep.
Sweetheart, I truly hope that the magic of Christmas wakes you up in the wee hours of the morning for many years to come. That's proof that you're not too old for it yet.
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I am anticipating this week to be full of reflections and memories for me. Aside from the fact that I'm normally over-nostalgic, I always tend to spend this week looking back over how the year has gone. Seeing who my boys were in January, and who they've grown into by December. And this year has felt really huge to me. There have been so many changes in the boys.
This coming year promises to be even bigger. We've got major milestones on the horizon. A 16th birthday and a driver's license for Jock. Middle school and the probable first girlfriend for Bug.
My boys aren't babies anymore, despite my insistence that they will always be MY babies.
8 comments:
It's been fun experiencing the year and your three men right along with you. Thank you for inviting us along for the ride. :)
Nice to know there's another overly nostalgic mom out there! I have loved getting to know you and your family a bit and am looking forward to sharing experiences with you next year.
You know, I read this post in my reader last night and it actually brought a tear to my eye. What beautiful words to all three of them. Beyond that, I really don't have any words other than I really loved that post.
They are your babies til you say they aren't. Therefore, I suspect, they always will be your babies!
Hallie
you slept 'til 8!?!?!??? I was lucky to be able to stay in bed 'til 6 a.m.!
(of course, my youngest is still 4... I was lucky to not be woken up at 3 like in some years past!)
Your nearly-grown boys are the sweetest things ever. I think I've said that before, though, haven't I?
That was sweet. Love the heart thing.
happy new year! hope this one is WONDERFUL! big stuff happening for you! enjoy it while it comes.
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