So yesterday, I'm perched in my usual place, behind the kitchen counter, facing the windows looking at all the leaves that are back on the ground after a weekend spent raking (you are a tricky one Mr. Oak Tree), slurping my afternoon Diet Coke. Homework is done. Supper is decided. Laundry is going.
Big comes in, walks over to me, and gives me a huge, stinky, outside boy smelling hug. For . No . Reason . He didn't want a snack. He wasn't bribing me for gum. He didn't need anything. Except for his Mama, for a second.
"What do you want?"
And there you have it. A small glimpse of the sweet baby that once was there. The one that could be soothed by the sight of you. Here one minute, gone the next. But then every so often, you'll see them. Out of no where, they return. Simple . Perfect . True .