Things I Don't Want to Forget

The pure love we have for our siblings.

Jackson;


 When you want something, you say "I wait!" just so we know that you really already waited patiently and you want it NOW!


When you are swinging, you say "I fly!"


 Your night night routine "Ni Night, fuvvy" (Love you)


 When you hear Ellie wake up through the baby monitor "Ellie cry!"


Possibly the most precious of all, anytime you hear or see other children playing, you say "Freinds!" I'm scared for the day you encounter a child that isn't as kind as friendly as you are.


 Ellie;


 Your night time grunts, although they wake us, it's a part of baby hood that we can't get back.


 They way you smile while you are eating, an ear to ear grin. As if to say "Thank-you momma"


 The first smiles and coos. You can only have one first smile.

 

Sometimes at Night...

Jackson Graeme,

Sometimes at night, when i know you are fast asleep, i'll  tip toe into your room and peer over the side of your crib. I'll stand and watch your chest rise and fall as you sleep, because i miss you. What a silly mommy i am. So tired by the end of the day from entertaining an ever growing, climbing, changing, energetic little man, but still missing you as you sleep. Sometimes you sense that i am in the room, your little head pops up, and you look at me with sleepy eyes. Then you lay your head down and drift back to sleep. It's as if you missed me too. At least i like to think so.


Love,

Your mommy

I'll always remember you sleeping like this, so tiny and peaceful.

I Don't Want to Forget

I don't want to forget all of these little things.

The way he smells.

His smiles while he sleeps.

The giggles when i get him form his crib in the mornings.

The way his chubby little fingers wrap around mine.

His smiles when i say silly things, him thinking i am the funniest person in the world.

The way he always opens his mouth when i'm trying to give him a kiss.

His ever changing blue eyes, sometimes so blue you can't believe they're real.

My little man, i'll try and keep writing all of these things down. Because i don't ever want to forget. When you are 5 years old and you tell me i'm the worst mommy ever, when you are a teenager, and you tell me you hate me. I'll look back at this, and remember all of these little things, and know that deep down you really do love me. Because i am your momma, and no matter how big you get you will always be my little man.