These Nights

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

As I type this, you are teething and miserable, cuddling on my chest.

We're listening silently to Kari Jobe "You Are For Me" (of course), and you're slowly and rhythmically scratching the same spot on my chest over and over and over again with your tiny nails.

Your little forehead is nestled against my cheek, and you're sweating. Such a boy you are — you sweat constantly.

Every once and awhile you grunt or sigh, but it's pretty peaceful in here right now. Mainly it's just me, you and Kari in a dark nursery — with the painfully beautiful (and just painful) scratching of my chest.

You're gonna leave a mark. But it's so sweet, I don't even care.

I hate that you're miserable, but I love that you need me.

1 comment:

  1. I can only imagine what you and little Porter are going through with teething. You are in our thoughts and we will pray that things get better for little Porter. I know our poor little babes are so clueless to the world and it breaks my heart when they are sick or hurting. Boo on teething.