Swinging and Laughing

There's nothing like a walk in the park to cure a bad day. Baby K loves to swing. There aren't any baby swings at the local park so we make do. I like it better this way anyway. I get to hold his tiny little frame close to my heart where he'll always be in my mind. I get to hear his shrieks of delight as we soar through the air and almost reach Daddy. I get to finger his perfect, chubby little hands and worry about them transforming into big boy hands too quickly for my tastes.

It's hard sometimes- the day to day grind with him. I can never wash enough bottles or make enough baby food. The house stays clean all of five minutes before it's cluttered again with toys or dishes. The laundry is never done because my child doesn't like to be left alone in a room by himself. It's frustrating. But all of the little things that bother me don't really matter because I'm making memories with him. So what if we drag out the huge toy house for the tenth time in an hour because he wants to play with the ball chute? Who cares if toys are all over my living room floor? He's going to be little only briefly.

And then he'll leave me and I won't be able to breathe.

So, I'll take him to the park now and we'll swing.

Because I'd do anything to hear that laugh of his. I love my boy!