Mrs. Smith

Birthday, that is.
Doodle’s.
He’s the big four now, you know. Amazing how quickly time flies, and yet how much happenings get crammed into each year.

This isn’t a picture post. I couldn’t find our camera, but my dear mom is rarely without hers (whew!)… so the pictures will have to wait for photos to get from her to here.

Is four years old different than three? Yes, very. Know how I know? Oh good, I was hoping you’d want the story.

I rode in the back seat between C & D on the way home. They were exhausted from a mighty good time at Pirate Island (aaaaaaaargh!) — and I tried to snuggle with D. He’d have nothing to do with it. Wuh?
“Can I just hold your hand?”
Nuh-uh, no way Jose, nothing’ doin’, no touchy!
!
This is my cuddle-bear! My snuggly boy! The newborn that was happiest next to my heart. All the time. The toddler that would still hug and love and rock with me. My mommy’s boy! My DOODLE, and he wouldn’t even hold my hand.
Sniff.
He did let me tuck his coat around him, though.
I’ll take what I can get.

As my two redheads drifted off to dreamland, I thought about how someday -impossible as it seems- they may actually NOT want me to sing them to sleep… Something clicked in that moment. Something that has been needing to click for a while.

And I kept singing even after I knew they were asleep.

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