Now that I am a full-time (on the most part) stay-at-home mom, there are many parts of my day that I enjoy with my son; playdates with our friends, dance class, walking, reading, cooking, playing in the backyard and more. But the most favorite part of my day is when my son wakes me up in the morning.
We're in a transition period right now. Having had to move out of our house, stay with friends in their guesthouse, living out of suitcases with Daddy living half way around the world in Korea. It's a gypsy life. A life I try to keep as grounded as I can for the sake of my son. But in all the mix of what seems like chaos to most, are those precious moments I cherish.
For me, the favorite I mentioned earlier, is the second Braden wakes up, rolls over, looks down at me from the top bed and says, "Mommy, wake up. Braden come down." He then rolls down, shimmies up to my pillow, tosses and turns until he is finally comfortable and then says, "Covers on." We both cover up and then we talk about Daddy. It's usually the same conversation. I say, "Braden, where is Daddy?" Braden replied, "Kor-re-ra" and I ask if he wants to send him hugs and kisses. He always says yes and we give each other big hugs and blow big kisses to Daddy. Braden then says, "Did he catch it?" And I say, "YES! Daddy caught it and when he wakes up he'll be wrapped around your hug and be smothered with your kisses. How much does Daddy love you?" And Braden replies, with a huge grin, "So much!" Sometimes Braden will say, "Talk to Daddy?" and before I can respond he says, "Ummmm. Maybe? Tomorrow?"
I know being away must be hardest on Brooke, but I do hope he feels the warmth of our hugs and is smothered by our kisses because he is well loved from afar...
We love you, Daddy! We miss you and think about your every day!