two sweethearts

it dawned on me the other night as i watched the little guy sleeping, sprawled out across our bed, looking more and more like a big boy, that i probably should've been writing about him from the very beginning . . . what i am amazed by daily. writing due to the fear of forgetting. that doesn't seem possible at the moment - forgetting - but i also know my damara-brain and that most solid memories and facts and day-to-day particulars get lost along the way. so, just a few words: sweaty head after napping against me; the bright eyes and quick breathing every time he opens the bathroom cabinet door; his fake cry; the two minutes of low moaning before he falls asleep each night; uncontrollable laughter each time the toivey-dog sneezes; how he loves to drink water, gulping and gulping; how his face lights up when his pa walks in the door; the conversational tone as he "talks" - usually explaining, sometimes complaining, always telling me how it is.