to memory

as a mother, there are certain moments that i wish to commit to absolutely permanent memory. one day, when our boys have been long gone from our home, i hope i remember this.

the way he so sweetly emerges from his room each afternoon, still sleepy-eyed and stumbling, messy hair and raspy voice, requesting for mommy to please "cuddle me."

and as he slowly returns to his lively, energetic self, we talk. about how big he is getting. about how life will change when he is a big brother twice over. about what he was like when he was a baby. about anything and everything that can be contained in the heart and mind of an almost-three-year-old boy.

and i know that this is a fleeting moment. one day soon, there will be more pressing things for this oh-so-quickly growing son of mine to do than to lay with his mama and get a back rub and have his hair played with and talk about whatever comes to mind.

and so i sit with him. for as long as he will allow. i soak it in and hope that one day, a long time from now, i will remember him just like this. heavenly.