Sleep Over

The other night my son asked if I would stay the night in his room? And by stay the night in his room, he meant sleep in the bed and snuggle with him. At first I hesitated as I was looking to get a good's night rest. Then I was reminded that this life we live is very short, and soon he won't be asking me those simple questions. I knew I would be off from work the next day, so I showered, got dressed and crawled in the bed with him. We snuggled up close, told silly stories and then my sweet angel drifted off to la-la land. I lay there with his little hand in mine and as I thought about how fast he is growing up, I began to cry. As the tears rolled slowly down my cheek I felt him gently squeeze my hand. It's as if God were saying "it's okay my child". I know these precious sleep overs won't last forever, but I am going to enjoy all that I can while he is still young. As I held his perfect little fingers, I gently caressed them. I am still amazed by this precious child. Amazed that he is mine. Amazed that God choose me to be this Mother. He didn't have to, and I pray that I always remember that. God allowed me this wonderful privilege. As James lay there in peaceful slumber, my mind slowly drifted to the day Jeremy and I first brought him home. Seems like just yesterday and now my baby boy is six. I remember how small and fragile he seemed. His car seat nearly swallowed him whole, along with his clothes and everything else. He was perfect then, and he is perfect now. I remember how small he seemed in my husbands arms. I remember the love in Jeremy's eyes and how he looked at our son with great splendor in his eyes. Our magnificent bundle of joy had now made his presence. As each day passes I come to love that little booger more and more. Sometimes my heart literally feels as if it could burst with excitement and joy. There is no greater feeling in the world. A natural high. While I didn't get much sleep that night for one reason or another, I wouldn't trade that night for anything in the world. It was another night that God allowed me to hold my son tight. Another night that I knew my child was safe. Another night to snuggle, to laugh, to sing silly songs and tell crazy stories. Another night to be a Mother. Another night to love and to cherish moments like these. And hopefully soon...another sleep over.