For the first few days of our trip to California, we stayed at my aunt and uncle’s house. Les, Lydia and I all slept in one room, while Asa slept in the laundry room. (Hey, it was small, quiet and smelled good!) So, every morning, Asa would wake up first. I’d hear him cooing, talking and laughing in the crib. Then I’d get him up, take him to the living room where I’d breastfeed him and we’d play until everyone else woke up.
The day after we went to Disneyland, I assumed he’d be super tired but he still woke up before anyone. I fed him, then sat on the floor to watch him crawl around the room. But instead of dropping to his knees, when I set him down, he stood up, wrapped his chubby little arms around my neck and just stood there. Hugging me.
It was the sweetest thing. But after 3 minutes, I was starting to get sore. So, I tucked his little legs onto my lap and leaned against the couch. He kept his arms around me and his chin on my shoulder.
Soon, I moved onto the couch. And he never let go.
My little inquisitive, curious, one-track, always on the move boy. Still. Hugging his mommy. I sat there breathing in his sweet scent, feeling his warm body and enjoying some true sweet love from my not-so-baby boy.
And those ten minutes? The best ten minutes of our vacation.