Mama, noom.

Today was an amazing day.
I'm not sure why.
The day itself was nothing exceptional.
There were pancakes,
and race car tracks in chalk on our patio outside.
Blocks and books.
There were nap time meltdowns,
Errands to be ran,
And office work to be done.
But there was lots of laughs,
And being goofy together.
Tons of high fives,
Singing "Woggles" in the car -
And listening to him try to sing about
his ass in the sand and beers.
Cue stifled laughter here.
Because when he sings,
He is serious about his
performance.

Its days like today,
when I'm able to let go of
the laundry,
look past the
dirty dishes,
put off some
work calls,
and step over
the heaps of toys
and rain boots
and mashed up cheerios -
And sit in the sun as it
shines down on our chalk
village and fish crackers
and just be.

Just be with him.
Enjoying him.
Listening,
laughing,
and loving him.
Sitting back to
take note
of the person he is
becoming.
Before my eyes,
in a blink.
Taking mental snapshots
and filing them away
somewhere into
the abyss of
not particularly important moments,
but ones I would like to
remember
just the same.

His eyes.
He smiles with them.
The boots he
proudly put on
himself, that
awkwardly perch
inwards towards each other,
because I don't have
the heart
to tell him.
The way he says Mama and moon
and clasps his hands.
The exuberance in his voice
when he declares
the he is a
"helper".
Please,
remember this.
Because one day
I'll fish it back out from
the abyss.

And if I'm lucky
I'll remember how
I felt today.
Gratitude.
Contentment.
Being in sync with my child,
the rarity that sometimes is
being on the same page.
But we were,
today.
The overwhelming
sense that this -
well -
baby it doesn't get much better than
this.
No, there was nothing
exceptional about today.
And there was everything
exceptional
about
today.