Chris has given me one of the best gifts in the world. For the past 2 weeks, Chris reads to the super girls and lets me put Dash to bed. Which means lately, I get to sit in his darkened room holding my boy (I have my man–Chris, my boy–Dash, and my baby–still to be named), singing, rocking, praying, closing my eyes.
Sometimes it is only 10 minutes. Sometimes it is 30 minutes.
I love it. It’s not going to be much longer, and I won’t get to revel as long in my time with Dash as I can now.
I don’t think there could be a more meaningful gift at this moment than time with my boy.
He is almost 20 months and I get 2 more months of time with him as my youngest; and that’s it!