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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