Crap. Seriously help me here, I'm about to commit a proper blogging crime. A cardinal sin, if you like. I am about to get irrationally gooey. I am about to vomit saccharine emotion all over your screen. You can stop reading. It's ok. You can navigate away right now, read no further, I won't mind. If one of you can stop and hold my forehead and rub my back for a second it might make it easier but you don't have to. Seriously, you go.
Right. Let's get this mess started. So, tonight, the spud decided to go to sleep in our bed and, since I was tired too, we both had a bath and got into our jammies and lay down in bed. I read him 3 Dr. Seuss books. He had some warm milk. We pulled up the duvet. He snaked a little arm under my head and pulled me to his cheek. I was feeling, I have to tell you, pretty relaxed at that point.
Then, the frog came home and picked up a guitar and immediately the spud wanted to "play your tar?" The frog put the guitar on the bed and we played, then he left to have his own bath and I made the two chords that I know while the spud strummed.
OK here it comes.
I showed my boy a little tune and we lazed about having fun with it and not talking and then out of the blue he turned to me, looked at me levelly for a second and said 'I love you... really big' and he smiled beatifically, as though he had just given me a holy benediction. Then he turned and went back to the guitar.
You see. Very very very sweet. Pretty much enough to hoist your pancreas into overdrive.
Thanks for letting me spew that one out.
I'll get me coat.
17 comments:
Awww....these are the moments that make it all worthwhile! Good for you for writing it down, Sparx!
That's it. I'm sending you the dry cleaning bill. Just spewed e v e r y w h e r e. Should've looked away.
Nice. I don't mind a little spew of that flavor. I don't mind a lot of it either.
Too cute!
aww, too cute! the odd bit if saccharine isn't so bad, not when it's that sweet!
Not saccharine more pure can sugar!
Lovely.
Aahhhhh...gorgeous!
Those precious moments make up for all the times they're horrible to us!
What a perfect moment - just the perfect amount of sweet and sticky!
Cooper has been pulling those moments out of thin air lately - it makes me melt into a little puddle every time.
I need another handkerchief! Bloody beautiful that is. Just one more Spud moment. That boy is a winner. Really I need another handkerchief. Excuse me, I must needs go now and call my child.
Michelle - Yeah I know... just feels very self indulgent!
Jennie - hey, I warned you!
Kat - you're very patient - like the profile pic by the way!
Glowstars - yes, sorry...
Heather... really? I tend to view all sweet things with suspicion... !
Surprised and Excited - yes, that's probably a better analogy!
Muummmmeeeeeee - well, one would hope so. May that's why I wrote it down, just to remember it in the dimmer moments...
Fishsticks - you lucky lady! I know nobody really wants to hear about them but they are quite great, aren't they?
Lady M - aww!!! What I love about you is that you give me hope that 20 years from now me and my spud will still be lovely friends
Here is my thing...I must be one of those mothers. Because I loved this and thought it was terribly cute. Blast it! I suck! :-)
Totally adorable.
It's allowed.
I've left an award for you on my Chez Aspie blog.
Think you're allowed that one... probably
Really big, huh?
That Spud's the cutest, he really is.
Lovely! I wish i had affection like that from betty more often! (well, at all...)
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