Everyone witnesses those moments in life that become forever seared in your mind. Sweet tender moments. Moments that remind you how kind life can be. The moments you keep close to your heart like little treasures you can take with you anywhere. So many of my moments are that of my husband and our son. It is a magical father-son dance that I am blessed to be a witness of. I will never forget the first time Tristan cried out for his Dad as he was rushing off to work in the morning. A huge step in the attachment process and a moment I will remember forever. I savor the sound of my toddler marching through our kitchen chattering dada dada dada. sometimes it sounds like normal toddler babbling, at other times he says it as if he expects his father to appear. Sometimes I feel compelled to say 'hey what about mama. lets hear some 'mama mama'. Sometimes he obliges and sometimes his 'dada' chants get louder. Either way, it is music to my ears.
I also get a daily treat when my husband gets home from work. Tristan's face lights up like the sun and his eyes sparkle when he greets him at the door. All becomes right in his world when he scoops him up for his hello hug and kiss. I look forward to that moment every day.
As the days race by, weeks turn into months, and months will soon turn into years, I will continue to search for that elusive path to a simpler life. A life where I can have more of those glorious moments with my family. As our busy schedules turn into a series of hellos and goodbyes, my heart aches for lazy afternoons that touch the edge of boredom yet are filled with the sound of my son's giggles and the warmth of my husbands hugs.
