Knees And Elbows

I was in doing the dishes last night and heard a sweet voice from behind...

"Mom, I can't go to sleep."

It was 10:15.

My sweet boy. My sweet bug who is known to fall asleep like his father - in seconds. My Caden.

Just the night before he had come out about 20 minutes after we had put him to bed. He was sobbing. He missed his Papa. He came over. Snuggled and sobbed. With every ounce of strength, wanting to only hold him closer, I sent him over to his Daddy. I knew Daddy was missing Papa too. Together, they snuggled and talked.

Talked about Papa. Talked about Nana Pam. Talked about how wonderful they were and how Nana Pam would have been an amazing Nana. He finally settled down and in his sweet little voice said, "can you show me a picture of your Mom tomorrow?"

I can't help but think that my sweet boy was still having deep thoughts last night too. When I asked what was going on in his sweet head, he said he didn't know...

We walked into the family room and as we lay on the couch he melted right into me. Curled in a ball. I was left remembering snuggling in the same way when he was a baby... Only then, his knees weren't jabbing my hips. His elbows, not in my side. Yet, there we were, a perfect fit. Completely comfortable. Knees, elbows and all.

I marvelled at how quickly he has grown. I could almost smell the sweetness of his baby head. I could remember how it felt to have him resting in the crook of my arm. And as I wondered if we were creating a terrible habit, I couldn't help but savor a moment that has become fewer and farther between.

As I stroked his sweet face, trying to get him to relax and sleep, I sang the song I sang a million times when he was a baby. The song that would calm him in the car. That would help his cries cease on the changing table. That would lull him to sleep...

Mr. Caden, Mr. Caden Scott,
Do you know that I love you a lot?
Mr. Caden, Mr. Beautiful Man,
Oh, Mr. Caden do you know how happy I am?

He fell asleep within minutes and as I carried him off to bed, I thanked the Lord for such an amazing gift.

When You Give Your Son Some Country...

He just might come home and jump in mud puddles...

Which might then cause you to take his WET pants off when he goes inside...

And he might then want to come back out again...

And play some more...

And you just might not care...

And you might just need to take some more pictures of the ever changing scenery that God has SO blessed you with...