August 9, 2012

  • I.
    he is awake at 7
    sometimes 6

    he stands
    opens his arms
    and cries

    i pick him up
    take him to my bed
    and lay him down next to me

    sometimes he sleeps
    sometimes he giggles
    and talks to himself

    other times he kisses me gently
    rubs my face
    and tells me it’s time to get up

    he likes routine
    he likes cheerios
    mini wheats
    and oatmeal

    he likes being outside
    and taking naps

    he loves water
    and being wet

    and if there’s a way for him to get dirty
    or get into trouble
    or push the limits of every warning
    that turns into a time out
    he will do it

    he is benjamin
    my son
    my two year old

    built for speed
    for trouble
    for playful mischief

    and random acts of kindness

    peppered with love
    big hugs
    and an occasional

    wet sloppy kiss.

    II.
    i met you thru crying eyes
    and soaked red cheeks
    that screamed of sorrow

    sitting on the floor with you in a hotel room in china
    so much trauma
    for someone so young
    so precious

    and in your hands
    you held two complimentary mints
    still sealed in their wrappers

    given to you as a distraction
    for the long car drive
    the strange people
    and elevator ride

    that probably seemed so confusing
    to someone who woke up this morning
    looking for a normal routine

    your clothes were tired
    wore out
    and your diaper needed changing

    and as i sat on the floor with you
    playing with blocks
    you smiled
    wiped your eyes
    and started your long journey

    into our family.

    III.
    you are home
    you are ours
    you are loved
    our son
    our heart
    our little boy
    forever now
    forever with us
    forever ever.

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