"...Mom? I just wanted to come in here
and have a snuggle with you."
Kortland says as he walks into my bedroom and plops down on the edge of my bed. A big smile spreads across my lips as I promptly fold up my laptop and set it on the nightstand.
Kortland leans over and begins to pull off his shoes before continuing (in the little, chatty, mildly high-pitched/know-it-all voice that I love so much)...
"I was just sitting in the office playing Banjo Kazooie Nuts and Bolts, when the thought came to me that you probably wanted a snuggle, so I just turned my game off and came right in here to give ya one."
(And yes, that is verbatim. My child is a darling, darling genius...didn't you know?)
So, he climbs up onto the bed and under the covers.
"Mom, I sure love you."
(I smile again. Even bigger this time.)
"I love you too, bud. You're the best boy in the whole world, and I still can't believe that I'm the lucky girl who gets to be your mom."
Kortland smiles and sighs again.
Then he shares his own personal theory about reincarnation with me. (again, not kidding.)
"Mom, We are going to all be babies again."
"Why is that?"
"Because when we die, we'll just come back as babies, then we'll grow up and then die again and then we'll come back as babies AGAIN!"
Where does he get this stuff? ...and yes, we had a talk, a cool one that he really liked. One where he decided he would create a world where there are people, and monsters, and giants (nice ones, that do nice things for him and tip toe around so they don't crush his beautiful world or any of the nice people in it.)
As we talk together, I just can't get over the way that the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window is gleaming from his enormous, clear. blue. eyes. and (blessedly) my camera just happens to be within reach. It's sitting right there on my nightstand. I don't know when I used it last or how it ended up right there right then, but it was a gift. I slyly flip it on and snap a pic. (He hates it when I do that.) To my surprise, he is feeling silly, and then, so am I.
And then this happened: