With a paper airplane in his right hand and a book-too-big-for-a-little-boy in his left, he sat buckled into the car seat with a manual on his favorite subject - trains. Studiously engrossed in the colorful pages full of beautifully detailed paintings and drawings of America's greatest railways, he read aloud from his cushy ride in the back. "Why are the Indians burning the tracks?" he asked and then, "Oh! I like the chimney on the green train!" ( Green is his favorite color.) "I think it's called a smokestack," I said. "....and the Indians were trying to stop the train by burning the railroad tracks."
But my baby boy's caboose was ready for our weekly adventure.
Flashback 2 days ago: I took him a carton of ice cream. Knock. Knock. Big eyes peering through the door blinds. "It's Mimi, Mama!" He nearly knocked the vanilla ice out of my hands jumping into my arms with a single leap and with one smooth swoop he glued both legs around my entire body, little arms around my neck and his Hilfigered head on my shoulder.
Stuck like a bug to flypaper.
"How did you know I needed a hug today, sweet boy of mine?"
Not a word.
Just more squeezes.
"Are you picking me up tomorrow, Mimi?"
"Of course," I said. "It's our date night. Remember?"
"Where we goin'?""The usual," I said, "dinner at a fancy schmancy pizza parlor, the WalMart toy aisle and a movie."
"Yes. Bumpity Boo."
Be still my heart, I thought, this could be one of the most romantic nights I've seen in a while.
When I finally pried his little legs from around my bony body the ice cream needed re-freezing and I needed a spinal adjustment. But who cares?
His hugs are magic.
Flypaper glue and all.
If his mother would let me post more than half his face (it's a family affliction) or at least show him cartoonless, you'd see what I'm talking about (the Queen said with all the humility she could muster). You'll see what I mean if you're ever a "mimi"......
He has the largest blue eyes I've ever seen and sometimes they rest on my face like some starry-eyed fairy full of wonder. He studies every part of my profile with an invisible microscope of love that makes me melt right where I'm standing. And he cares not that I see.
Have you ever seen anything this adorable?
After dinner we went flower shopping.
We sang "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands" ....He told me to stop changing the words.
But first, I'll need to learn a cowboy song.
No. I won't forget.
"What's wrong, Baby Boy? I was enjoying your reading."
"Oh...I forgot to put my puppy in the seatbelt."
Parts of today's post were printed April 2008.