I feel like I am wrapped up in a romantic film...a girl is madly in love with a boy, yet fully aware that she is "just a friend" to him. For her it was love at first sight; to him she no different than any other nice girl. And then it happens on a quiet summer evening: her feelings are reciprocated and they live happily ever after.
So have I felt since since I first saw his photo: it was love at first sight. As I held him in my arms that very first time I was taken. He had my heart. Yet part of me has felt like this is more of a one sided crush. Sure...he smiles for me, cuddles with me; yet really I am no different than anyone else who will smile at him or hold him. I'm just some nice lady who takes care of needs on demand and talks lovingly into his face.
Until Saturday...that special summer evening. It was a long, hot day at our church's river party. With all of the juggling of plates, chasing of kiddos, and the spontaneous dip in the river, Noah was spending a lot of times in the arms of others. At the end of the evening, I stood in front of his current holder and heard small fusses coming from his tired mouth. As I reached out to take him, the moment happened: the moment he recognized me as "more than just another pretty face." I was instantly grabbed by his two pudgy hands and pulled into the wettest kiss that I have ever seen by a baby. He then pulled away, looked into my eyes, smiled and once again pulled my face into his own. It was magic.
I love you baby boy and I am glad you love me too!
Thank you, Janine, for having your camera on hand!