a quick memory

I am so behind on blogging and updates but I have to quickly jot this down before I forget, or before Preston does something naughty today and I disregard all cute and sweetness from last night....... with that said......

Last night Glen was working late and then had to go to church meetings so Preston and Porter were unable to see him all day. I put Porter down at his usual time and let Preston stay up a little later because he had taken a late nap and really wanted to see Glen. 9 pm rolls around and Preston's eyes are so heavy and tired he can barely keep them open. We go up to his room and say prayers and call it a night. Thirty minutes later Glen walks in the door and within two seconds Preston is running out his bedroom door to the top of the stairs where I was standing and says "my daddys home, my daddys home, i go get him". How could I say no to that? He was dead asleep, but the moment he heard the truck pull up, and the sound of the front door opening saying "front door", he knew it was his dad.

Preston slowly walks down the stairs and meets Glen halfway and gives him a big hug. How can I force him back to bed now? He is suddenly fully awake and elated to have Glen home. "Let's go snuggle and watch football dad". The two jump in our bed, and I decide to take a quick shower and then force Preston to his own room when I get out.

I get out of the shower and while drying off I hear the following conversation,
P: Dad I so happy
G: Why are you so happy?
P: I so happy cause my dad home.
G: That makes me so happy too buddy.
P: I miss my dad, I love to watch football with my dad, I so happy, I snuggle you.

I stood there in my bathroom and had tears in my eyes. This is the first time I have ever really heard our two year old actually describes his feelings/emotions. It was one of the sweetest moments I have ever experienced as a parent. It was a quiet whispering of reassurance that Glen and I weren't doing so bad as parents after all.

I get all ready for bed and tell Preston its time to say goodnight and go to sleep in his own bed.

P: No way, no way mom. I sleep here in my dads bed, we snuggle.

I figured he would quickly fall asleep and then Glen would carry him into bed so I was fine with a little extra snuggling. I told him that no way was I going to let his dad get all the attention, snuggles, and kisses so I demanded that I get some too.

This sweet little (big) boy of mine gave me plenty of kisses and snuggles until the next thing I know I am waking up to Glen in the shower and Preston's cold feet on my side. We had all fallen asleep and slept soundly. When Preston woke up he sat straight up in bed and exclaimed, "good morning, i had sweet dreams!"

 My heart melted. My baby is no longer a baby. These days he is able to carry on a full conversation. He is a complete sponge and is soaking everything up (kind of scary). He was a heaven sent angel baby, wild energetic mischievous toddler, and now (hopefully) slowly transitioning back into a little bit more of his angelic ways. Naughty or nice, i wouldn't want him any other way.

And even if he is obsessed with his dad, I know he will always still love his mama!