Intermission

Original post date: Tuesday, March 18, 2008


Intermission

I am sure that you are waiting with bated breath (I have always wondered what that is and if I ever spell it right?) for the next day of our London trip. I will deliver soon but I need to tell you about my night last night.

The girls came home from Jacksonville and got here about ten, I swooped in and got Madeleine and right to bed she went. After changing her diaper I stood her up and pulled up her jami pants and she walked over to the bed, climbed in and turned on her side as I pulled up the covers. Her standard I am going to sleep pose. I love it. Audrey was put in bed by Heather and both, Madeleine and Audrey, stayed in bed, mind you it was ten at night. Off to bed I went soon.

430a - there is a cry for daddy. It doesn’t really matter if it is a good cry or a bad cry it is still an incredible feeling to be called for, it is very hard to explain the emotion that comes across when one of your kids wants you so desperately. I jump out of bed and I see Madeleine walking passed the bedroom and towards the front door. When she is really upset she puts her hand in her mouth, so she was waddling through the kitchen crying quite heavily. I gathered her up in my arms and held her tight and carried her back to her room. We stood for a few seconds but I was tired so I sat leaning against the side of the bed. She has a little twin bed that used to belong to Heathers great-aunt and uncle, that should tell you a little about the style of the bed - dark wood, turned bed posts, you know the style.

As I sat down she quickly turned around with her back to my stomach and her legs in between mine. The nightlight in her room put a heavenly glow on her face, she was my beautiful daughter in my arms. I rubbed her belly and stroked her face, all the while her eyes were staring in the direction of the nightlight. We sat together for about fifteen minutes and I whispered to her, "Are you ready to get back in bed?" She nodded her head, stood up and walked over and climbed back in bed. Once again turning on her side as I pulled up the covers, tucking her arms in front of her and closing her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I would see her in the morning. I walked back through the dark house and crawled back into bed and thought of how much I loved her.

It is moments like those that cause you as a parent to never want to let go of your children. I never understood my mom until I had my own kids.

I hope you enjoyed the intermission to our trip to London, the show will commence again shortly.