Asher is an occasional snuggler. He has brief moments where he wants to sit in my lap or beside me. We never touch at night though. He doesn't want a blanket or a pillow. Sometimes after he falls asleep, I hold him. He doesn't know, but I do.
As soon as his eyes open in the morning, he slides off the bed, turns on the light, walks out of the bedroom, and shuts the door. (He's a door shutter/slammer.) If I'm lucky, he'll take a nap at some point, but every waking second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, HE IS MOVING. That is no exaggeration. He hits the ground running.
Randy said to me the other day that there is not a happier child in the world. I have to agree. He makes the most of what he's doing every day. There is a lesson here for me. Things are not easy for him. He doesn't care. It's his life. It's all he knows. He is happy and I am grateful for that happiness. He conquers every day like a dang soldier. He is the epitome of living life to the fullest. He's teaching me to fight for a good day. He doesn't realize that his momma struggles.
Asher goes about his business. He has to put prints on windows, and I have windows to clean. He has foods to be picky about, and I have to find what he'll eat. He has water to splash while taking a shower, and I have shaving cream to spray for him to smear everywhere. We always have a busy day and he always has a great one. When he gets ready to give out hugs and kisses, I am there with my arms open and lips puckered!
He's kind of my hero. Today, my soldier went to school. He walked in like a big boy. After he explored the room, he took off his socks and shoes. He looked me right in the eyes and kissed me goodbye. I'm nervous for him, but I know he's going to have a perfect day. He always does.
Shape shirt and weather wheel
Looking adorable
Touching every color
Only 5 hours of worry...
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