Hey Jude,
This evening I went out to eat with a friend. I picked you up from your sitter a little before 9, but you had already been asleep. Of course, you didn't stay asleep once I got you in the car. I tried to put you to bed when we got home. It seemed like the right thing to do. Little boys aren't supposed to be running around after 9:00.
Going to bed broke your heart. I guess you've enjoyed having me home the past few days, and were sad I was gone this evening. I couldn't stand watching your heart break. I know I am probably a pushover mom in some people's opinions, but I think your feelings are important. And I am so thankful I took the time.
We spent the next 15 minutes with you snuggled on top of my chest just the way you did when you were a baby. I remembered what it was like even now to get a hug from my mom when I'm sad, and I was glad I could offer you the same thing. I'm thankful that during those 15 minutes, time stood still. It was one of those serene moments in which I could live forever. Your head on my shoulder. Your arm drooped lazily over my side. You sweet baby breath. It was perfect. You may not remember this, but I will.
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