Favorite Things

Last night I went into Cole who was up late and talking.

He asked for a "story, snuggle, underwater, grass and then we go underground." This is a routine that he's set up. After it was done, he was smiling. 

"What are you thinking about," I asked.

"I'm thinking about All Brown Kitty... And I'm thinking about Grandma's house... ice cream and cookies there."

I laughed. "Pretty yummy that ice cream."

"Yeah. I'm thinking about Daddy carrying me."

I caught on that this is a list of favorite things. I like that he thinks of things that make him feel happy and safe as he's falling asleep (or is supposed to be anyway).

I gave him a hug and told him that I love him. I held All Brown Kitty's face in the way that makes Cole laugh. He laughed and then stopped abruptly.

"No, it's like this," and he adjusted the way his hands were on All Brown Kitty's smooshed face. I never do get the nuance of this action and the change to the kitty's face. This time was no different. Cole saw it though and was happy with the correction. He laughed again. I kissed him again and left.

As I was about to close the door, he called out,

"Mommy!"

"Yes, Cole," I was tired. I think I sighed.

"I'm thinking about you and Daddy," he said in the sweetest voice.

I stood in the hallway for a moment looking into his dark room. He was quiet.

I felt as if he sent me off to my bed feeling happy and safe... I'm one of his favorite things... that's pretty darn cool.

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[Jennanananananaaaaaa]

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr love it. love it. i can't get enough of these wee-uns...