morning, love.

this morning, my sweet boy and i stayed in bed a lot longer than usual. he, in his footsy pajamas...and me, cuddling and adoring him completely. with his daddy leaving extra early for work these days (and out of town much more than we like), he usually ends up in bed with me, and wakes up watching the sun shine through the window shades. so peaceful and sweet, one of the best parts of my day is watching his eyes finally open all the way. what i'd give to be inside that sweet head to see what he is thinking.

usually our mornings are a bit rushed. my ocd-self - making the bed right as i jump out of it, trying to get a list of things done before the next feeding, going on a walk before it gets too warm, etc, etc....things i consider productive. but today, i wanted to soak it all in. i wanted to stare at the sunshine with my boy, cuddled up in the sheets, in no rush to start the day. we talked about our family back in utah, describing each family member who already love him so much. we ate breakfast in bed (oatmeal for me, breastmilk for him), we played patty-cake and sang itsy-bitsy spider - songs that have become staples in our day. when i finally forced myself up, it suddenly dawned on me that this is the most "productive" i've felt in years. caring, loving, teaching, and spending time making memories with my happy boy.

i figure i only have so many years before he won't want to cuddle in bed with me, so i'm taking advantage of it while i can. in fact, he probably won't even remember these mornings. but i know i always will.