This morning I’m wishing I could freeze time. Freeze Samuel just the way he is. Freeze the dynamic of our family. Freeze Christmastime. Life is so good for us. And happy. We’re all healthy. I would freeze having a baby this age, one month away from turning one…two naps a day, footed jammies, baby breath/Cheerio breath, bottles, open-mouthed kisses, toothless grins, sad cries, squeals of delight, peek-a-boo, blonde wisps of new hair on an otherwise bald head, tired eyes at night, cruising furniture, discovering, playing, inverted knuckles, crawling fast but not walking, babbling, ma-ma-ma, etc, etc, etc…
But then I wouldn’t get to see him be an angel and sing "Silent Night" at his preschool Christmas program (like I get to see Caleb do tonight), and I wouldn’t hear him tell me joke, after joke, after joke from the library book he picked up (like I hear Jacob do).
But this morning I’m feeling like I would…if I could…freeze him this way for forever.




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