02.17.10

At least once or twice a week Duc wakes up sometime between 9:30-11 pm.  He could settle himself back to sleep, but I always wait for the sound of his stirring.  I can’t wait to rush in and swoop my baby up.  He greets me usually sitting up, but with his eyes closed and arms outstretched knowing to expect mama will come to comfort him.  I pick him up and he settles in against my neck and chest.  Swaying quietly in the dark I relish these moments when my baby is quiet and wants to cuddle.  Standing there tonight I noticed how long his body stretched against mine.  Even when his head was against my shoulder his legs swung halfway down my own.  My baby is getting big and I’m holding on to each possible second with him that I can.  I’m going to be sad when he no longer wakes up and needs his mama.  I’m going to hate it when he no longer grabs a book and plops into my lap while I sit legs crossed on the floor.  I’m going to miss peek-a-boo and the high-pitched giggle he releases when a belly laugh rolls up from his toes and out through the top of his thrown-back head.  Yeah, I love these moments.  I want to take a week off and stay up all night just watching him sleep.