He told me he’d never leave me tonight. His clean, little boy body was lying on my bed all cuddled up underneath a blanket. As soon as it was time to brush his teeth for the night, he jumped up and wrapped his 40-inch frame around my waist. He always wants me to carry him and almost always I give him the mommy has a bad back speech in order to fore go adding an extra 42 pounds to my knees. But not tonight. I could hardly resist the smell of his hair, the way his soft skin felt when he rubbed his cheek against mine. Declaring my love for him and squeezing him a little too tight, I held on for dear life. And that’s when he said it. “I wuv you, mom. You’re my best girl. I will never leave you,” came his little promise. My heart nearly came out of my chest and I am certain I begged God to allow this moment to last a lifetime. It was in that instant that I regretted wishing away all of those terrible two-year old days. I’m at the four months to go till he turns six phase and hope that each day creeps along. I want to drink him in and love on him and cherish him and laugh with and at him. I put him down on the floor, squeezed his little boy toothpaste onto his toothbrush and helped him remove the days worth of plaque from his pearly whites. As I did, I told him that he never had to leave and that in fact, I hope that he would stay with me forever. I even suggested that he could live upstairs for the rest of his life if he wanted to. He wants to 🙂 I wonder what his father will think. But then again, the sad part of me knows that I’ll probably never have to worry about that.