Freezing Time

There are times in my life that I have tried to freeze in my memory.

I remember when MoMo was 3.

We were sitting in the rocking chair in her pink and yellow sponged painted room.

I was rocking her and reading Time For Bed.

She fit perfectly in my lap.

Her feet came to the edge of my knees.

I could tilt my head slightly and rest it on her head,

I could wrap my arms around her and have my arms touch the other's elbow.

I remember snuggling her in her pink bunnies ( what she called footy PJ's),

and thinking

"I need to remember this.

I need to remember what if felt like to hold and cuddle her.

This will be gone soon.

This is my time with her as a toddler."

Today I had that moment with Luke.

He was getting ready for camp.

His face was tan and freckles were scattered across his nose.

He had on a green baseball cap, a soccer shirt and soccer shorts.

His smile was full of mischief and exposed his newly grown in teeth that didn't quite fit his mouth yet.

I just wanted to freeze that moment.

This is his time as a "boy".

He won't be a boy forever.

But for today,

he is MY boy...