Jackson was so sleepy this morning. Waking a baby should be a felony - straight to jail without bond or even a trial. I held out as long as I could, knowing each moment I waited was a second added to his peaceful dream. Gently trying to rouse him, my heart broke into a few million pieces. What kind of person robs a baby of tranquil deep slumber? He was all cuddled up in his feet jammies, clinging to Patsy, and radiating as fiery hot as the sun. I could almost make out a smile on his little sleeping face, but my attention shifted to his soft baby snores and adorable twitching.
Somehow, I managed to rub his belly and touch his head lightly, in a painstaking effort to wake him. I said "good morning" in nearly a whisper, and waited for him to stir. As soon as he woke, he grabbed Patsy, stood up, and stumbled into my arms still half sleeping. All I could do was hold him tight and do my best to give him some quiet moments before another busy day took hold.
With a heavy heart of mother's guilt, I watched him as he let go of his baby stretches and morning yawns. His eyes were just about open now . . . and something caught his eye. He looked up at me and spoke the first words which broke his sleep and started this wonderful day . . .
"mama. pritty."
2 comments:
ADORABLE! I'm sure he's a day behind from the time switch. He'll get there. We all will. I miss that Spratters so!
And mommy IS pretty :)
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