You are My I Love You
by Maryann K Cusimano.
I am your parent; you are my child.
I am your quiet place; you are my wild.
I am your calm face; you are my giggle.
I am your wait; you are my wiggle.
I am your carrot sticks; you are my licorice.
I am your dandelion; you are my first wish.
I am your way home; you are my new path.
I am your dry towel; you are my wet bath.
I am your dinner; you are my chocolate cake.
I am your bedtime; you are my wide awake.
I am your lullaby, you are my peekaboo.
I am your good-night kiss; you are my I love you.
When I read this...I loved it! But it was a bittersweet moment. Some of these are in the past for me...my kids are so big and I guess there will not be anymore... But once again I reminisced about those baths, games of peekaboo, and days of picking (and blowing) every dandelion we could find. Sweet remembrances. Gifts from God. Blessings, without a doubt.
But there are still sweet memories to be made...like a new tradition of "Breakfast in bed for NO REASON at all"...or...just because it's Wednesday and you have to get up for school!
Okay...so I didn't think to take the picture til most of breakfast was gone! Sorry. And, YES, those are cherry tomatoes...they are fruit! Work with me people...I do the best I can!