Blake:

Today I held your lanky toddler body as it grew vague and uncoiled into sleep. I felt you take on the gravity you defy when you're awake. I saw your eyes focus on infinity and when full comprehension was reached, close uncaring. I laid you into your recently-abandoned crib and saw the usual protest float away, unvoiced. I thought about the manifold sins of the toddler parent: coddling, neglect, braggadocio, silence (the contemplation of which never leaves me in peace) and knew that there was only this moment, this loosening of muscles, this gentle sigh of breath, these closing eyes, and my rapt face above yours.

I love you, sweet 20-month-old.

- Mommy

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- Rocketbride's adventure of 8/08/2005 02:17:00 p.m.