Okay, I'm in!

As if I have time for this blogging stuff, but Mindy's moved me to tears and Christy's cracked me up so I had to jump in as well (I hope Leah is better with peer pressure than her mommy). But now that I'm here, I'm having so much fun getting started. It's Mother's Day and I'm enjoying some quite moments on the computer setting up this fun page and realizing that I can use this as my journal. Hopefully I'll be better about journaling (a 2008 resolution that has yet to begin) if I get share it with friends & family. So, If I send this to you as an introduction, save it or don't . . . I don't mind. Just know that I'm on a roll and shutting down my stream of consciousness is gonna be tough. Happy Mother's Day to you . . . enjoy the ride!

(Thanks, Hargis, for making me cry)
My Baby Boy and Me
It’s three AM, they’re all asleep, And no one’s here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth, My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine, And stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans, The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still, And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much, And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he’ll be grown up, His need for mama gone.
But, until then I still have time For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he’d always stay, Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come When his tiny little hand
Will be bigger than my own. He’ll grow to be a man.

But, until then, he’s mine to love, With no one here to see
As we rock slowly back and forth, My baby boy and me.