I have to make a long day a short story so that I can do dishes and go to bed. But I can't forget this sweet, but heartbreaking moment that just happened.
Dad has been gone all day for a work bbq and then his monthly improv show and so the three of us went to the Safari park, then to church and then home to watch a little of the 1st day of the London Olympics on TV. A completely great day, with so many special moments that I'll always remember the feeling of being your mom.
The day ended with Jack- you and I sitting on the couch while I explained to you how sports are games with rules and that the better that people play within the rules, the better they are and that the Olympics is for the best. You were a captive audience because in many ways-- this is all news to you. We watched a swimming event (Michael Phelps lost for the first time in a decade) and you seemed truly amazed at what you saw.
That's not the heartbreak part. At the Safari park, Jack picked out a metal ladybug on the end of a metal stick for putting in the garden. You carried it all the way to the park, smiling at it, you held it to your body even when you fell fast asleep on the drive home. You carefully carried it into the house to show to your daddy. We did not put it up tonight because we were busy with stuff.
When you were laying down to bed and I was running my fingers through your hair and over your face ( I do that a lot of nights),
I said, "Jack I love you and I had such a good day today with you."
Jack: " I love you. It was a fun day."
Me: "I won't be here in the morning when you wake up because I have to go to Casa de Amma, but I'll see you when you get up from nap."
Jack: " I don't want you to go."
Me: " I know, but the residents at Casa de Amma need me to be there for them. I'll be home before you know it."
Jack: " No mama, I need you here so we can put up our ladybug."
Oh--- how I want to be with you. I hope that you'll always know that- I want to be with you.
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