But in the past six months, you have really come into your
own. If our family was a high school graduating class, you’d be voted our class
clown. And perhaps mostly likely to be spending Saturday morning in detention? We
are constantly laughing at you. The things you do, the things you say,
sometimes even your tantrums are funny. Sometimes.
A couple of weekends ago, we all traveled up to York for a
day of fun completely centered around YOU. We spent the morning at the National
Railyway Museum so that you could get your choo choo train playtime on, then we
went out for an Italian lunch so you could fill your belly with pasta. True
to form, you didn’t really care for the plain noodles that came with your kid’s meal,
and instead wolfed down my spicy sausage pasta. And then we ended the day with
chocolate ice cream cones. A food you have now eagerly consumed in at least 6 countries.
With Dad and Big Arrow off to work and school most days, you
and I spend lots of time together. It’s hard for me to imagine the past 18
months living in England if I hadn’t had you as my constant sidekick. Whenever the
days seemed to get a little lonely, I only needed to plop down on the floor
with you and a puzzle or some toy cars and remind myself that my life was indeed quite full.
When your brother was this age, I was so busy and distracted
by the needs of a newborn (you!), fatigue, and then less than a year later, the
demands of orchestrating a move overseas. The past year has been about slowing
down and savoring this time being home with you. The calendar pages are
quickly turning and this stage of life will be passing both of us by soon. You’ll
be off to school, I’ll be off to who knows what. And that’ll be great, too.
But just the other day, you curled up into my lap with your
usual stack of books, ready to get down to reading business, and said, “You me
best friends, mommy.”
We sure are, kid. We sure are.
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