I made you run a bunch of errands with me again today, but this time it was a few less stores.
But you still fell asleep on the way home. I lay you down on the couch and you continued to sleep. You woke up an hour later- eyes half sleepy with the sweetest smile for me- almost like you had a special secret you were sharing with me. A special secret and love. This is the smile you always give me when you first wake up, it is my favorite.
You sit up and cuddle with me, then scoot over only to lay back down again. A minute later you sit back up, the movements and static in the air are very apparent in your hair.
I can't help but smile, and take a picture of course.
Later as I try and get a few things done, you bring your drawing board over to me and put it on my lap to show me what you have done- when I look, you look right into my eyes not looking away making sure I really see.
You erase the picture and draw another, loops, circles, swirls. You look back up again- looking longer than most adults would deem comfortable. Your eyes seem to be piercing- challenging me, ensuring that I am really there- really watching your every move, truly present. And those eyes, that gaze- it has worked. I am fully yours.