I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you
-Maryann K Cusimano
Three-year-old Ashton is very similar to two-year-old Ashton, except with a healthy dose of more. More sass. More attitude. More defiance. More stubbornness. More opinions. More wants and needs and desires. More, more, more. With that also comes the same capacity to feel big emotions and his desire to cuddle the scary, frustrating, unknown ones away. His hugs are big, his kisses slobbery, his voice loud. Yet when he sings, it's quiet, unsure, so soft and sweet that it brings an instant grin to my mouth and I scoot closer to hear more.
Slow--oh so slowly--he's embracing this new big boy status. And soon they'll be no stopping the growth. For now, I'll enjoy this three-year-old version of my Ashton.
Love that poem. Perfect. Always love reading your beautiful family updates.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dannie!
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