Ben & Shae Cecka's family in Gilbert, AZ

I just had the most beautiful snuggle time with my baby. Moments like these I wish I could bottle up and keep to use again for another day. He is only going to be this little once. He is only this old today. Tomorrow he will be older, and the next older still, and though I will always have the memory of watching him nod off to sleep, rubbing his face on mine, the experience will soon be gone. Memories are like a favorite pair of jeans- they inevitably fade if only slightly, and usually wear many holes. This realization makes living in the moment all the more richer.

Listening to Roberta Flack: “The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes.”

The temperature has been so mild in the mornings that Johnathan was able to have a little park time following math class today. After I gave my “last minute” call, a boy plopped down next to him in the tree house he was sitting in. He looked about the same age as Djai, but was a little taller and a lot thicker. I silently prayed he wasn’t a little bully. Johnathan, who doesn’t seem to differentiate between inner monologue and speaking out loud jumped up and spilled the words, “OH, that boy is kinda big.” My mouth opened, ready to chide him for the potentially hurtful observation he announced. But before I could get to it the boy blurted out, “I weigh seventy-two pounds!” As you could imagine, this caught me off guard, and I allowed myself a little giggle. John’s eyes widened with surprise and looked genuinely impressed when he responded, “Oh ho! Wow! You are a big boy!” He offered an amused smile, but still climbed down from the tree house, forfeiting his last minute.