For three weeks, I have gotten to stop mid-task, for an 'UP'. I know very well that the jobs will still be there when the little arms aren't. That all too soon, they don't want UP - they want DOWN & OUT & AWAY. Having a tiny soul wrap his little arms around your neck & lay his wee head on your shoulder while he gently pats you on the back, is a moment in time that supersedes all else.
Sometimes when I held Gibson, I could close my eyes and be transported back to those days when I had little people in my life on a daily basis. Indeed, I did not take a moment for granted - I tried to hang on tight and keep them little for just awhile longer. But it didn't work. One minute my own were babes and the next moment they had babes. One minute I was a young mother and the next, I am a grandmother.
For his Halfy Birthday on Monday, (a year and a half, although he seems like it should have been his second for as well as he communicates with both words and sign language) ... Gibby got his new home. They spent their first night there on Saturday. We're back to just Brian & Abby & me. Sure they'll be back to visit lots, and in fact, they are only 6 minutes away - but it's not the same as having a waking-up/going-to-bed toddler. I was once accused of having so many children just so I could keep having a toddler in my life. I did in fact wonder how I would ever survive without one. Thank heavens for Grandbabes. Keep 'em comin':)