William’s first communion.
This day, I see again.
What a beautiful and perfect gift he is.
And with what an awesome responsibility I am tasked, raising this child.
He can be loud. He can complain, and make a fuss, and be kind of a pain.
But he can be the sweetest, most fragile little boy, too.
Sometimes I forget that.
In those moments that he is loud, and complaining, and fussing, I forget.
I need, in those moments that he is wounded and he is the hardest to love, to wrap my arms around him and be a salve.
I need to remember how fragile he is. I need to remember how precious he is.
I watched him while he slept. In only a brief moment, a thousand memories flooded through me. Memories of what he has struggled with. Proud memories. Beautiful, precious memories of a boy that is still little. A boy that still needs softness.
I whispered my love for him.
And I promised him I would remember.