My poor sweet guy. Lip quivering. Heart just broken. He wanted to stay the night with his cousin like his brother. Feeling left out but trying to act big and brave.
I crawled into bed with him and he curled into my body. A few minutes pass and I feel a sweet little hand sneak up my face and find my hair. He starts twirling my curls around his fingers. How many years has it been since he last did this little "comfort ritual"? Three? Four? It used to be an every day thing, but now it has literally been years.
I sit perfectly still knowing he doesn't remember why he is doing what he is doing and relishing this tiny moment of remembering a simple ritual of my "baby" boy.
5 comments:
Oh, I'm so glad you had that moment! I'm afraid that they are all done for me and I surely do miss them. I'll just live vicariously through yours!
Isn't it heartbreaking how fast time goes!?! That story just makes my heart melt...
That is so sweet!
you made me tear up. they grow up way too fast...
my little brother used to do that and both of my nephews do. it is so comforting for them and ME
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