Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Everyone at our house is sick, except me...for now.  At 4:30am I heard a soft cry come from Kade's room asking for Mama.  When I walked in his room he whispered his request.  "You lay down me, Mama".  How could I possibly say no?  I soon realized what had woken him, and got him the medicine he needed in order to drift back to sleep.  It was in those moments between wakefulness and slumber that he reached out and held my hand, gently but with determination.  It was such a tender moment it caused me to hold my breath and say a prayer of gratitude.  At once I had a strong impression to memorize that moment and his little hand.

Once he was back to sleep I made my way back to my room, haunted by the simplicity of his gesture.  His little hand, so tiny, so tender, so soft.  One day they will grow, they will be strong and thick.  When they reach out, it will be to his own family.  They will become the hands of a man.  

Kade Edward, I love you.  You are my fiery, active ball of energy that can turn on the charm and the tenderness in the most special moments.  I cannot wait to watch you grow, to witness the man you are to become.  I wouldn't miss it for the world.