All the best conversations happen after bedtime.
As I was sitting by Zachary's bed tonight listening to his thoughts on life, I had this sudden urge to freeze him in time. His little teeth, his light colored hair, his sweet, sophisticated way of talking. I'm probably thinking along these lines because Jacob lost yet another tooth today--you really do lose the little boy with the little boy teeth.
"You're my little Zachary," I told him.
"And Papa's, too," he added.
"Yea, well, we share you." I said and his eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something. He took a deep breath and there was some explaining and hand gestures before I understood what he meant. He was remembering a summer day when my husband and I had taken either of his hands in ours and we were swinging him up in the air between us as we walked. This, to him, was the image of our shared love.
I often wonder what my children will remember of these years under our roof. I'm not always perfectly confident that it will be the kinds of things I want them to remember. It did my heart good to hear this little one's happy memory tonight.