Right after nap time is such a wonderful part of my day. Some things I wanted to do are done, but most are not. That doesn't really matter. Not when I see Owen bouncing down the stairs all rosy cheeked and rested. It's like a whole new morning. We sit down to have a snack, talk about the morning, and simply enjoy being with each other.
Sometimes he tells me stories about when he and his "cousin were big and [they] used to live in Sudan and ride all those big funny looking horses around". I have no idea what on earth he could be talking about but I nod encouragingly just to hear the sweet sound of his scruffy-just-awake voice as he goes through each detail. He pauses for a drink.
His big brown eyes peek out at me from behind his super sized milk glass making sure that I have not lost interest between gulps. I haven't.
I hang on to each word. Each expression. I am soaking up this time knowing that right now is the perfect time to be right where I am. He is changing so fast right in front of us. Every day is something new for him. And for us. A new story. A new word. I know this time isn't going to last very long. So while these wonderful moments are in front of me, I am going to breathe them in, absorb them, hang on to them for as long as I can. And I will listen to those funny little stories he tells me while he is having his three o'clock snack...