Friday, October 1, 2010

rainy days and baby faces

I was meant to go out today. But it was rainy. But my back hurts. But Gibson is going through a growth spurt; eating constantly and napping for short stretches of time. But the Iron Giant was on tv. But, but, but.

I am always looking for an excuse to stay in. All summer it was that I had a new baby and it was the hottest summer in recent memory. And so I didn't go out today. I didn't meet up with the mommie group I joined. I stayed in and read to Gibson. I'm only slightly regretful that I didn't go out and seek the companionship of other adults. I know that staying in is a hard habit to break.

But he is so lovely. And nothing in my life has ever made me happier. Gibson is the best thing I've ever done in my life. His smiles and giggles make me misty eyed with joy. I haven't even the words to fully express the love and happiness he's brought into my life.

Yesterday one of the shorts between films on TCM was an orchestra playing Strauss waltzes. I couldn't resist taking a quick whirl around the living room holding Gibson in my arms. And he smiled and he giggled and I whirled a little more, wishing I could bottle this moment and keep the feeling with me forever.

He is a happy morning baby. And every morning he greets me with grins and smiles and makes my morning so much better than I ever thought mornings could be. He is beautiful and sweet and I have never used so many 'and's in my writing before.

And I'm so in love with him. There are not enough kisses in the world to cover his chubby little face. I can only hope that he remains so very happy and will always remember how loved he is.

1 comment:

  1. I am so not the person to tell you that you should really go outside and blah blah blah.
    I loved, loved, ADORED those days of living in the cocoon of babyhood. I waited a long time to arrive there and by dammat, I was going to enjoy every second of bliss there was to be had.
    I'm happy for you and it hit me the when we were up there, strolling along and remembering some of the bad old days, that we're living our happily ever afters.