Roman was down the hall crying. It was early, way earlier than I had hoped to have to get up. However, he has been sick since Sunday, and he went to bed an hour early last night. So it wasn't a big surprise that he was ready to be retrieved from his crib before the sun had even creeped above the horizon.
I climbed over Den to get out of bed, and followed the complaints that were coming from down the hall. His room was dark, but I could see a small figure standing at the corner of his bed. I quietly said, "Oh it's my baby. I love my baby." He settled down, recognizing me and my voice raising his arms to demonstrate he was ready to be held.
When I gathered him up into my arms he molded perfectly across my chest, and laid his sweet head on my shoulder. I patted his warm pajamaed back, and headed for the kitchen to make him a bottle. As I softly spoke to him about what I was doing he was quiet and content. I turned around and headed for the sofa, and turned on some cartoons, ever so quietly. Lucky for us, there was still a quilt sprawled across the couch from the night before, so I carefully snuggled us into the corner of the sectional, handed him his warm ba-ba, and laid the heavy blanket across the two of us. He contentedly, began to suck on his bottle, while his fuzzy head rested against me.
After a few minutes of me running my hand across his chubby cheek, and atop his tiny nose, my mind began to wander about all the things I should and could be getting accomplished. After all, it's not every morning that I have this quiet time with the whole house still asleep. As I begin to try to slide myself from under him, he murmured in complaint. He hadn't been fueled with enough love just yet. I hesitated, and wondered why it was that I was so ready to leave that quiet moment with such a placid baby?
These are the times, that when life is all over, that you wish you had more of. How quickly I forget to stop and just enjoy. I decidedly stayed and just picked up his chubby hand and kissed on it. I begin to nibble on his ear, and reassured him how loved he was by his Mama. Those are the best moments for both involved, and they sculpt and mold both of us into becoming better people.