The Sweetest Thing.
Mood:  crushed out
Topic: Matt
Oh, my Matt. This child slays me. On weekday mornings, he is invariably asleep when I gently put on his slippers and sweater, and sometimes he barely stirs. I lift him carefully to my shoulder, and he is unspeakably warm and soft as he puts his little head on my shoulder and burrows his face into my neck. So sweet and trusting. I love it that he feels so safe in my arms.

I carry him out to the car. It's been cold in the mornings, and when I sit him in his seat and start to buckle him in, his face crashes and he starts to cry. Poor little guy. Pulled from his warm bed and his mother's arms! I tuck a blanket around him, and soon he falls asleep again.

This morning when I got him to day care, he didn't want to let me go -- just held on tight with that little face burrowed into my neck. And then he raised his face to mine and said "Mommy!" in the happiest voice, with the biggest smile. Little angel. He just spent the entire weekend with me, yet he looks and sounds like I'm his hero and he hasn't seen me for weeks.

He cried when I handed him over to the day care lady. I walked out the front door with his howls trailing behind me. I've learned it's easiest on Matt if I make a quick escape instead of prolonging my departure, so I kept going. But I knew what he meant. Honey, it was so hard to tear myself away from you.

See you tonight, pookie pie.