Blog Post #3- Slice of Life

The alarm on my phone was blaring its obnoxious, repetitive tune. I put my head under my pillow and blindly searched the nightstand with my fingers until I was able to reach the buttons on the side of my phone to shut it off. After running through my list of excuses for staying in bed thirty more minutes, I decided it was finally time to get up. I trudged over to the shower and stepped in. The warm water gently caressed my face and unglued my sticky eyes. This momentary delight was soon interrupted by thoughts of the day’s mile long, to-do list.

After showering, I walked up the stairs and quietly tiptoed over to my son’s bedside. I stood there for a moment studying his perfectly round face. I love the way his eye lashes curl and the way he pouts his little lips when he is asleep. It amuses me that he rests his head on top of his hands, folded together as if he’s in prayer. If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he was an angel. Well… aside from the fact that he’s upside down with all of the blankets on the floor, one leg dangling off of the bed, and  missing a sock. Gosh he’s cute, right?! “Colly Wolly, it’s time to wake up” I gently whispered in his ear. He wraps his sweet arms around me and softly kisses me on my cheek. As his lips draw away from my face he smiles and says, “I love you Mommy”. Suddenly in that moment, all of the things that I despise about morning time began to melt away. I picked him up and wrapped my arms around his waist. His long legs swung back and forth bumping my knees with each step we took. I’m not sure when my teeny tiny baby turned in to such a big boy, but I know that it happened way too fast. Guess it’s true what they say, “The days are long, but the years are short.” My son has added something inexplicable to my life. A new awareness, joy, and appreciation of that has changed me to my core. His presence reminds me that each day is a day that we will never see again. And that so much beauty can be found in “the ordinary”.