Her gangsta name is J-Bean

This morning I woke up to Jillian sleeping on the pillow next to me. I laid there watching her sleep. I do this a lot to the kids...it is unimaginable to me that they can be so quiet, so still. Plus, it reminds me of when they were babies. I can see each one of them as babies when I watch them sleep. On this particular morning, I can see both Kaylee and Ryan in Jillian when she's sleeping. That's another fun part of it....you can get all nostalgic remembering the other kids too. I am fortunate in that way b/c ALL my kids resemble each other! You can spot a Leck kid a mile away.
My MIL once said that a picture of a sleeping child is creepy...I think that her view on that is creepy. I think there's nothing more precious than a sleeping child. So, yes, I watch them. This morning as I watched Jillian, she made the cutest faces that I have never seen any of them make. I think she was in that place where she was trying to wake up, but still dreaming. At one point she was smiling, and it turned into the cutest angelic giggle I've ever heard. A true giggle. I have never seen a baby laugh in her sleep. I feel really lucky for moments like those, and it is then, that I wish I had some kind of hard drive in my brain, capturing it, so that I could go back whenever I wanted to, to view her like this. She continued to twitch, flutter her eyes, snore a little (lol), and then she pouted. Then she started to wimper, which was really sad.
I continue watching her for about ten minutes, when she finally stirs and sits up...stretching, with her mouth wide open as if to yawn, and says hi through her pacifier- ridden mouth. I say hi back with a smile. Then she lays down on my pillow right next to my face, touches my cheek, and smiles and says, without me saying a word beforehand, "I yuv you". And I say " I love you too J-Bean".



1 comment:
I love those moments when "my heart takes a picture". That's what I call it when the whole world seems to fade away and I take a moment to just stop, look at my little ones (or not so little ones), notice the littel intricacies about them, and appreciate them and that moment. Those moments are definitely what makes "motherhood" magical. Thanks for reminding me to look for those :)
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