Some mornings I wake up before my not-so-little baby. I love those mornings. And not just because I get to enjoy a little peace and quiet before another whirlwind day begins. I enjoy it for that, too, but mostly because I actually get a chance to look at my sleeping baby up close, to gaze at him in stillness. Yesterday was one of these perfect mornings.
I'm not sure what exactly wakes me up early on a Sunday morning. Perhaps it's the moving truck pulling in at the complex across the way. I lay there for a moment letting myself finish waking up. I shift and feel Goen stir next to me, but he stays asleep. I can tell that he will wake up soon. He always turns over a couple times before waking. As I look over at him I notice how soft his skin looks in the soft light filtering through the curtain. How the color reminds me of the inside of a clam shell--a little shimmery, even, in the same way. And then his eyes open. Usually his eyes are very blue, but this morning, in the dull light, they look as gray as a storm cloud. He has a funny habit of saying "hi" sometimes right after waking up. It always makes me smile. Once his eyes focus and he sees me gazing at him, he utters his greeting. I smile and keep looking at him, studying his features. Laying half on his side, he flexes his back and stretches his arms. We both stay there for a few more moments, content to just relax and let the morning begin without taking action. The light from the window reflects off his still-bleary eyes. His face is smooth, carefree. I keep watching him, trying to hold on to this moment. His cheeks remind me of a squirrel with a mouth full of acorns: poofy in a cute sort of way. This is a slower morning than most. His usual mode of waking up is more like bread popping out of a toaster. But I don't rush him; there's no need, no appointments, nowhere to be except right where we are. He stretches again and I know it's over. Rolling onto his front side, he pushes himself up. I follow his cue and we get out of bed. I sigh. The sound is part happiness, part sorrow. Because I know these moments won't last forever. "Let's go get papa," I say, and we walk together out of the room.
Hi. My name is Carley. I love to sew, craft, and create. As a Jane-of all-crafts so to speak, I enjoy sewing, writing, cooking, drawing, photographing. But the constant thread (if you'll excuse the pun) throughout my weeks is needle arts.