Well, this week, I managed to do a proper photo shoot of the soon-to-be big brother.
I love this little face.
I want to remember every detail of this fleeting moment in time. His silky hair, baby-soft skin, his little voice. The way he says “fighter fighter” instead of “fire fighter” and “smoobie” instead of “smoothie”. I want to remember the trust and love he shows me when we asks me to “kiss it better”. Every sentence begins with an excited, “Mommy, look..” or “Daddy, can I have…” It’s so sweet to be the center of his little world. He’s certainly the center of mine, but that’s a little different, I will never outgrow that.
A long time ago I watched the 1991 version of HOOK with Robin Williams, and this line made an impression on me:
Moira Banning: Your children love you, they want to play with you. How long do you think that lasts?… We have a few special years with our children, when they’re the ones that want us around. After that you’re going to be running after them for a bit of attention. It’s so fast … Just a few years, and it’s over.
I don’t want to miss a thing. Of course, kids are intense and we really do want them to grow up and learn to be independent… But this little voice whispers to my heart that I will miss this—even the mundane things. Kids are work, but we are blessed with work.
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.