When I woke up this morning, I could still remember my dreams.
Did you know I was in love at the mere thought of you?
Did you know I was in love with you before you were born?
Did you realize I loved you, even more, the day you arrived?
You have the gift of making me laugh.
Remember when you were four, the time you stuck your little hand through the bedroom door, waving an empty bag of microwave popcorn because you wanted to watch the movie with us? I remember. You were so adorable, I couldn’t say no.
We paid the price for that moment. It took a whole week to convince you to stay in your room. It was hard to resist your cuteness.
Remember when the police came to our door? I think you were six. The lesson at school that day had been about calling 9-1-1 if there was an emergency. Dinner being late is not an emergency, just a minor inconvenience. At least we can laugh about this now.
Just a couple days ago, you were in trouble for taking the pan and not a serving of corn bread, I got mad. A short time later, I found you in your room, wearing your St. Patrick’s hat. The words on your Talker read “we trouble”. No, you were in big trouble, but as you well know, if you can make Mom laugh, it will take the wind out of my sails.
Last night, we were watching TV in your room.You scampered out of bed and returned, dragging my King sized comforter in with you.Your face was lit up with the hope that I would stay. Oh how I wish I could, but I had to resist your sweetness.
Before I had fallen asleep last night, I was thinking about a friend of mine who is a young mother. She is very much in love with her little girl, as I am mine.
My sweet dreams of you comfort me, as I hope, someday, yours will comfort you.