My Favourite Time Of Day Is When I Spend It With You

The best days are the ones where there isn’t a single scribble on the calender.

These days are spent in PJ’s.

We ignore the rest of the world while we devour popcorn at 10am because no good movie should be enjoyed without that buttery goodness.

We build garages out of blocks.

There are dances in our kitchen while lunch is heating in the microwave.

And then somewhere in between the giggles and watching our dog chase squirrels in the yard, we get sleepy.

We retreat to your brightly yellow room and you pick out a book and throw it in my lap. We wrap ourselves tightly in your fleecy blanket that always manages to shock the tips of our toes.

It surprises us every time.

You pick out your book but I encourage you to pick out 3 more. You smile and run to the pile of books that are stacked lopsided under your old change table.

I cringe at your choices but it’s ok.

I put my all into every word, making different voices for all of the characters. I listen to you laugh and question and even start making up your own version of the story.

You snuggle in closer and I squeeze you tighter.

Sometimes I forget how wonderful it is to just sink my everything into a single moment with you; to forget the “to do” lists floating in my mind that forces me to rapidly whip through book pages as my lips run faster than you can process.

These stories, the ones you love to get swept up in, lose their emotion, their vitality, and their whimsical way of sparking your imagination all because I’ve got something do to the minute I finish this book.

But on these days, all we have is time together.

These moments center me and reminds me what is most important.

This is my favourite time with you.

A Momma and her son.

Family.



