Sometimes I get primal when I stare at Roan for too long. I start melting on the inside and traveling to when he was born and then remembering how he looked as an infant. We were sitting on the couch watching TV together this weekend when he just started staring at me. I stared back, getting into that swimming lovey feeling. I began to marvel at how he has the same face that he did when he was born but now he’s got this whole personality to back it up. Eyeball to eyeball, I started wondering what he was thinking and why he was so enraptured with me. He kept staring, like he was trying to memorize my face – I held his stare so he could burn it into his mind – this is how your mother looks, this is love, we are one….
“You look like you’re growing a mustache.”
And back to the TV he went. Sometimes Roan is not all that cool.
So. How was your weekend?