I checked in on the bug the other morning to say goodbye before I left for work. He rose up on one elbow with sleep still hovering and sweetly said good bye. I love that kid. It made me think of a time long ago when he was a squishy, diaper bottomed, snuggler. His teeth were a little bucky from his love affair with his pacifier. He hadn’t quite grown into his beautiful brown eyes. He had lashes that many an ingenue would kill for. I must confess there were days that I could not stop myself from nibbling him about the face and neck. Even now just the thought makes me want to squeeze something.
It was about this time that he developed what can only be described as a the cutest thing ever….on the face of the planet…in all of history.
Sometimes in the early evening, but always in the wee hours of the morning we would hear the most lovely song. It seems that at some point in the depths of his slumber he had misplaced his pacifier. We would be serenaded by the same song….”I LOST MY PACIFIIIIIIIIER,”
Sometimes we would come to his door to find his beloved on the floor. Sometimes it would be in the crib….under him. But always, he would sing that broken hearted song. When we would reunite him with the pacifier a look of sheer delight. Never mind that most of the time he could have retrieved it himself.
I have to say I have yet to hear a better crafted song in all my years. If you ask me nicely I’ll sing it for you too.