the 3rd season of "muppet babies"
(his current favorite) blaring from the telly.
i'm gonna tell you something,
but don't interrupt and don't
smile in the middle of it okay?
(the kid looks down as he picks at
his newly cleaned fingernails and smiles)
sometimes, when we are outside doing things, i think something to myself...but i don't tell anyone, not even you... and what i think to myself is...that... you are the prettiest mom in the whole world.
his smile lights up the sleepy, dim room.
i try not to smile, but totally can't help it.
then i kiss his face roughly 30-40 times as he shreiks:
"wait! are you wearing lipstick?"
(he askes this any and every time i kiss him...)
well, how on earth does he think i look so beautious all of the time!?
i want to remember this night forever.
i want to remember his aversion to lipstick forever.
one day there will be a woman in his life that he
thinks is more beautiful than me (and rightly so).
and one day, he won't mind the lipstick so much.
...but for NOW,
girls (and lipstick)
and i am his world...
i really, really like NOW.