He was sliding a credit card (yes, he loves to play “pay”…I know, consumer lifestyle, blah blah)down his car ramp the other day and I heard him say “Set, Set, GO! Wee!” like we say when we’re sliding at the park. He says “tick tick clock” and counts with us when we go up the stairs. Favorite numbers that he chimes in on are always “two, eight, nine”.
As hard as it’s been, as long as our nights can be, as terrified as we are that he is sick again and nothing seems to be working, we are still struck by how amazing it is to have this little person in our family. I love hearing his tiny voice shout “rain, rain!” as it hits our window. I love that he takes my hand and tells me to “walk, walk” so he can show me something. I love how he curls up next to me when I put him down in the guest room, and I fold my legs over his tiny legs to keep us warm. I love how his big eyes look at me (from about 2 centimeters away) when he wakes me up in the morning, and when I open my eyes he gives me a huge grin, and then snuggles back next to me. Even if it’s for only 3 seconds more, and then he’s off and running….it’s still the best thing in the world.