My Beautiful Boy
I am so excited that today is Friday and we can do some family stuff this weekend. The circus parade is in town and the animals are parked down by our lakefront. Matt, Oliver and I will group ourselves together family-style and go see the horses, elephants and camels—oh my.
I am serious, I had no idea that having Oliver in my life would be this wonderful. Did I mention that he did the Itsy Bitsy Spider thing with his little chubby hands the other day? I happened to read that to him and noticed he put his little fingers together. I had to test him to see, so I read some other stories and came back to the spider...... one more time, his short, little french fries pursed together to form a spider. Freak. Me. Out.
OK, I'm always writing sentimental as I listen to certain songs such as, I'll Be by Edwin McCain.
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath.
That amazingly describes how I feel when I look into my child's eyes.
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth.
Tell me that we belong together,
Dress it up with the trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above.
And then he smiles that sheepish, impish grin. Or he'll cock his head to one side. And I think, What a cute little soul. What a peanut. What a blissfully happy child. And I wonder if his crazy parents could have anything to do with that. How could we? There are glimpses of my mother's spirit in him, and I think everything good that he is comes from kisses from her with added droplets of my father's good will... and whispers of Matt's mother's love...... and whatever else makes a lush, thirst-quenching cocktail.
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,