Thursday, May 16, 2013
Be still my mother heart. This age...THIS AGE! He is magnificent. I never thought I'd live to see the day that we weren't in the war zone 24/7. Yet, here we are. And I am basking in his magnificence. Peter is not only super social, confident, coordinated, and excited about life, he is also so incredibly sweet. His prayers about send me over the edge. "Thank you that we are all better. Thank you that we don't get sick. Thank you that we can have a wonderful family. Please don't let Lucy die..."
I just want to squeeze his guts out. I've always been a very exuberant, enthusiastic person, so physical expression can be a bit over the top for me. I was nibbling on Peter's neck and ear and tickling his tummy the other day and he said, "Mom, that's not appropriate."
Oh, I love him so. Please don't turn on me when you are a teenager my little sweetie. You are my joy. And stop singing, "Don't go breaking my heart"...you are killing me!
Posted by Molly Bice-Jackson at 7:39 PM