The highlight of my day today:
Sharing a companionable bowl of soup and some conversation with Thing Two.
It is so bittersweet, this little baby-faced boy on the brink of becoming bigger. On the brink of understanding the world well enough to stop crying when things don't go his way. On the brink of fewer cute misunderstanding of the language. On the brink of figuring out who Santa really is. The brink is so palpable to me right now. Everytime he lets me kiss that sweet spot at the corner of his jaw, where he still smells like a baby, I feel like if I just squeeze him a little tighter I might be able to keep him from toppling over that edge.....
I know, I know - it is his job to leap over that edge and it is my job to push him over if I must, ....but dang!
It just astounds me that in 8 years he will be hiding in his room all day, playing music I don't understand and emerging only long enough to grab some pizza and pretend to ignore me.