I went to tuck her in.

I went to tuck her in

her room was dark, night lights on

I laid by her

we discussed our day

her voice chattered on

about best friends and bath tubs

I traced her face

her fluffy hair

her soft porcelain cheeks

I tickled her.

She giggled so hard.

out of breath

she asked me to stay.

and so I did.

Two more minutes.

One more minute.

A lucky hot dog minute.

She asked for a song.

And so I sang.

I’d stay by her forever

in a twin bed

if it meant she would

always be three

and would always ask me

how babies grow

and where bambi’s dad is

and if we can go to disneyland

“after my nap.”

I will always stay

as long as she needs me.

my heart aches

for the day she is grown.

I hear her now

making sleepy noises.

sweet dreams

my little isabelle.

3 thoughts on “I went to tuck her in.”

ClancyPants February 13, 2013 — 6:19 pm

This is so lovely. Truly. And it is so apparent how much you genuinely appreciate these fleeting moments with your oldest child. I didn't. Each day seemed eternal when Mac was three. He was such a challenging child. Now that Brynja is (almost) three, I feel this way each day… this dream and hope that she'll just stay little. So to you I say, keep being a hero. Keep loving each moment. Those old ladies in the grocery store are so right. It does go by so quickly. In just a little over 5 years, my son will be 18. He's already getting whiskers and his voice is cracking. I would give anything… ANYTHING(!) to hold that three year old Mac and play with him for just one day. Thank you for this poignant post. ♥

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