Like any parent, when you have such a wonderful, tremendous, sweet little moment with your child, you can tend to overlook the food flying or screaming at dinner time. Call me hormonal, but last night, Davis turned me into putty as he was going upstairs for bed.
Every night, Michael takes Davis up to do the nightly routine. Bath time, book, and bed. If he even tries to skip bath for just one night, that won't happen because Davis will just stand by the tub until water starts getting poured into it. The other night wasn't different from any other. Michael was on his way to take Davis up the stairs, and Davis just stopped and stared at me with this sweet little expression. He comes running over to me and threw his whole body around me, giving me kisses. Oh, it was precious. He runs back over to the stairs, but looks like he forgot something, and quickly runs back to me. He probably did this a total of seven times. This is where the hormonal part came in. It was the sweetest thing that I actually started tearing up. Sometimes I feel like whenever Davis is actually feeling lovie, that I actually have to grab onto it and not let go. This is something he had never done before, and I probably could have been showered with his hugs and kisses all night long. As Michael started to see me tear up, was when he told Davis it was time to get things moving. Oh, I can't explain to you how it made my day.
Earlier that afternoon I had found several old videos of Davis that I couldn't help but watch over and over. I watched some of him learning to crawl, his first babbles, holding a sippy cup, and other moments that I feel like I have forgotten. So to get these kisses from my sweet little boy who is quickly growing told me for now, he's still mama's boy!
Shortly after we put him to sleep, I thought I heard him upstairs talking to himself, and figured I would go check on him. He just lay there, looking up at me, with this huge smile on his face. I gave into everything I have ever done with him before and picked him up out of that crib and held my sweet baby. I rocked him, hummed to him, and felt his sweet baby soft skin. For the first time since he was a newborn, Davis fell asleep in my arms. It was a moment I didn't want to let go of, but will be sure to not forget.
Davis, you melt my heart son, and I love you more than you will ever know.