You would see my sweet boy running around, leaving a path of destruction behind him and then stop and stare at something in complete wonder as if he's never seen it before.
And there I am, running after him, hair a mess, as I mentally add things to my continuously growing to do list.
I am standing at the sink now, quickly washing the dishes as he is pulling at my pant leg. And I tell him "Just a minute baby, I'm almost finished"
And then I realize, he doesn't care. He doesn't care that there are dishes to wash or laundry to fold. He just wants his Mamma.
And at night as the day winds down and the house is quiet, I rock my sweet baby to sleep. As I wade through toys I can feel his head growing heavy against my chest as he relaxes into me, I can hear the sweet sounds of his breathing getting deeper and I feel as if I might actually burst, having to contain this love.
If you were a fly on the wall in my home, you would see that right now, this is all that matters. Just this.
