Our son is so tender, so sweet, and SO UNPREDICTABLE!  Each summer (and weekend) morning has begun the same so far.  I wake up about 15 minutes before Jude does.  I’ll hear him pad down the hallway and he opens our door slllooowwly.  Soon I’ll see the top of his little head peeping around the corner, followed by his body as he makes his way closer to the bed, studying my face.  It’s funny to watch him do this.  He can’t see me, though my eyes are adjusted to our dim morning room, his are not.  He is blind to me, not seeing if my eyes are open and shut.  He has this mixture of fear (like I’ll leap out at him or something), curiosity, tentativeness and hope.  Hope that I’ll be awake and he can snuggle up with me.

If I am not awake, he stares at me, inches from my face, breathing that little snuffly 4-year-old morning breathy sound until I open my eyes.  He always jumps when I do.  When he finds me awake, I open the covers and he crawls under.  Sometimes we will lay quietly like this for some time, sharing kisses and nose-ies and our most recent dreams.  Other times he is ready for the day and a quick kiss is all he needs before he heads back to his room to play while I get to doze.

Then there are the great times.  The fun times.  The times we all wake up together, open the window to welcome the sun to our day.

Sunlight streams in and Gigi hears us and comes in and all four of us, all the people I care about, everything that matters in my world is in that one place, in my bed.  We giggle, tickle, laugh and roll, and eventually things get wild.

We laugh and wrestle, whack one another with pillows, aggressively tickle, play bite and simply GO FERAL, go wild, go nuts.  And that is exactly what is happening in this picture series.  I love summer mornings with my feral babies!


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