Sunday, March 8, 2009

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

at ten pm tonight, i was going in to make sure you were all covered up in your bed. yes, we have a video monitor...but sometimes (no, really all the time) it just makes me feel better to see you in person. i do this alot, actually.

so as i had my hand on the door knob, i heard you begin to whimper. i rushed in to a very warm baby. you were all sweaty. and i immediately grabbed you up and held you as tight as i could to my chest. you wrapped your long, skinny arms around my neck and stopped crying. i'm not sure what it was. you might have been hungry. or it could have been your teeth. lately, i think it's your teeth. i think they bother you at night.

anyway, once your dad saw that i had you, he took you from me. this is typical. lately, he's a little stingy with holding you. especially at night. i think he loves to get you at night when you're sleepy...because you're extra cuddly then.

you realized that it was ten. and that you were doing something you weren't really supposed to be doing. i mean, you haven't been up at ten in a really long time.

you've started doing this thing with your tongue. you click it. like you hold your tongue at the roof of your mouth and then bring it down. and click it. it's really funny. and so when you do it, we do it. so tonight...around ten...when you should have been fast asleep in your bed, you, me and daddy clicked away.

you would click, then i would click, then daddy would click. then you would laugh. it was so precious. and your daddy and i wished that the moment would last forever. we really, really did.

then you would lay your head down on dad's shoulder, stick your two middle fingers in your mouth (right hand) and close your eyes. a few seconds would pass, and you'd sit up off dad's shoulder to look at his face, then mine...then you'd smile...lay back down...stick your fingers back in your mouth...close your eyes...and do it all over again. i bet you did for a good five minutes. i had to roll over to keep from laughing at you.

we really do mean it when we say that we wish you'd stay this age forever.

i honestly never, ever knew i could love anything as much as i love you. your daddy feels exactly the same way.

we love you so much.

1 comment:

emily said...

that picture speaks a thousand words. i don't want to make you sad, but he is so GROWN UP in that photo. he looks like he just did something bad. that's the look he's going to have on his face when his truck "gets stuck" in the woods with a (very lovely) girl next to him. so sweet...and so bad.

you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - dr. seuss

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