It’s the ritual of a hug, a kiss, a squeeze, and noses done at every bedtime.
It’s “Mom, will you go in the deep end with me?” at the swimming pool.
It’s a hand held.
It’s a little boy snuggling in the middle of the bed because he had a bad dream.
It’s “Watch this, Mom!”
It’s “You ARE coming with me, right, Mom and Dad?”
It’s a boy sitting in my lap to watch a movie.
It’s “You’re so beautiful, Mom.”
It’s “I love you so much it hurts.”
It’s “Can you help me?”
It’s a smooch goodbye(pronounced “smmmutch” and only refers to a kiss on the lips).
It’s helping tie shoes, put on bike helmets, and cut the crusts off a sandwich.
It’s realizing that while I feel like my boys are still my little boys… that pic right there was taken two years ago, not just recently, the way it feels… it’s time flying by so quickly.
It’s knowing that all of these little boy things, all these little moments, they aren’t going to last much longer.
Soon it will be eye-rolls and “Mom, I don’t need your help!” and “Do I really have to kiss you?”
So, I’m soaking it all up, all these glorious little every day occurrences that will soon be nothing but a memory.