Sacred Moments

Dear Son,

This week I celebrated your first Christmas with you. It has been a time I will never forget. I know that it doesn't mean much to you right now, but my hope is that with time, you will understand the true meaning of this time of year, coupled and balanced adequately with all the fun that comes along with the celebration.
Christmas morning I took you in to see all the spoils that Santa left behind for you . . . you seemed less than thrilled - and opted to instead crawl over to the couch and fetch the phone that was lying just at the edge.
I know I just gotta give it a few more years, but I still gained great joy simply from watching you crumple all the left over wrapping paper!

Tonight after you were sleeping as I turned from you to shut off the lamp, I for a second looked back over my shoulder, - and to my surprise, your eyes were open, and you were just looking at me with the most serene expression. I expected you to, as you usually do, begin nuzzling closer to me to nurse yourself back to sleep . . . but as I rolled back over to face you, you simply stared right into my eyes . . . not making a sound. You reached out with your tiny hand, and with the tips of your little fingers . . . touched my cheek, my mouth . .. my eye lashes - it felt like you were truly looking at me for the first time ever. We must have laid there like that for nearly fifteen minutes, with you just ever so gently touching my face - every few minutes your eyes grew heavy and would close - but then you would open them again and just look at me.

It was a beautiful time to have spent with you . . . a time that I will treasure forever. It was if you were somehow telling me . . . you are my mom - nothing else matters.


I love you Son.