36/52 – 7am any morning of the week. You are our alarm clock. You are always awake early and as soon at the clock hits 7, you come in with a bound and a big smile for a morning cuddle. Never without a sunny smile. You tell us it’s because you were born at “Sunnybrook” (Hospital). Whatever the reason, it’s a wonderful way to start the day. Limbs still warm from bedsheets, the smell of last night’s bath still in your freshly washed hair, your sweet voice chattering about the day while I breathe in deeply all that is sunny you.
35/52 – In two days, you will start grade 2. Grade 2 already!? How is that possible? I find myself wanting to stop time, or at least to slow it down. But it marches on. You’re ready to go with your knapsack packed with new binders and pencil cases. Freshly sharpened pencil crayons and mechanical pencils. Your outfit is chosen. You can’t wait to wear your new running shoes. And you will, I know, skip into the school when the bell rings, with nary a backwards glance.
34/52 – I try to play it cool and nonchalant, but I am not so secretly happy that he is not (yet!) too old to cuddle with mom on a cool late summer morning.
33/52 – Easy, lazy Sunday morning on Chandos Lake, made complete by two cuddle bugs (and shortly after this picture was snapped, interrupted by spilt coffee!)
32/52 – Sunday, August 13th. A sunny, warm afternoon spent with my best boy under 13 watching the Jays wallop the Pirates, 7-1. Lots of fun, and a good reminder of how much fun I have one on one with the one who first made me a mom.