My Sweet Boy

Isaiah, my darling boy.  I put you down for your nap at 12:30, but you came out of your room about 20 minutes later and proceeded to scream and cry your eyes out while I tried to put you back to bed.  You reached out for me and couldn't even articulate what made you so upset.  I held you and let you cry.  I sang softly to you and asked you to look at me.  I said, "I'm here, Isaiah.  Mommy's here.  Everything is alright.  You can go to sleep now."  You asked me to sit, so I did.  I sat in our book-reading chair while you still had waves of sobs shutter through your body.  You clutched your monkey and your book and finally fell asleep.

While I sat there and watched you fall asleep, I tried to imprint the moment in my mind.  You're growing up so fast, my sweet boy.  Here are just a few of the things I love about you:

• Your smile is one part sweet, one part mischief.
• You have to take a book to bed with you.
• You show empathy.
• When all else fails, you still want your Mommy.
• Sometimes when you get really upset, all it takes is a nice, long cuddle to calm you down.
• You have a flair for the dramatic.
• Never nervous or scared around others, you are my social butterfly. 
• I noticed you walking on your tiptoes today.  When did you start doing that?
• You made me a Mommy.
• You ask me to sing the theme to Star Wars to you and you sing along with me.
• You love to make a fort out of the couch cushions.
• Your head still fits perfectly in the nape of my neck.
• You love to giggle, sing, and dance.
• If you had it your way, you'd be naked all the time and eat nothing but french fries.

My world changed when you entered it, Isaiah.  Thank you.  And please stop growing up so fast.