Friday, July 13, 2007
I Want to Remember This Forever
Its 6:30 am and I am half-asleep in bed. Joseph is sitting and playing mere inches away from my face. He alternately blows raspberries on the flesh of my upper arm and attempts to crawl over my head to reach a book that I left on my nightstand. And every now and then he stops for just a minute to inspect my closed eye with his tiny fingers like a scientist inspecting a newly excavated artifact. All the while bouncing on his butt with his arms in the air and breathing little rapid excited breaths.
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Melissa I hope you frame the beautiful moment you described . . . and keep it handy when Joseph, at 17 or so, comes home with 7 piercings, 3 huge tattoos and announces he and his band are hitch-hiking across the country now that he's a "man" (college is just a waste of his time). :)
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