Today

Today. . .

. . .was the day that Will woke up at 5:40 and was ushered back into his room by his dada until there was a "first seven on his clock".
. . .was the day that we spent raspberry picking with our friends the Packs, covering our hands with the red tart juices, savoring the raspberries' sun-ripened goodness and basking in the sunshine.
. . .was the day that Will climbed on the farm's playground, complete with a pirate ship, and laughed the afternoon away, chasing his friends on his swift three-year-old legs.
. . .was the day that Will took a nap, snuggling his nigh-nigh tightly and looking as precious and calm as only sleep can bring.
. . .was the day that Will's dada woke him up from his nap, where he turned to his dada and said, "You are my favorite cousin" (a compliment in its highest form).
. . .was the day that we went swimming as a family, splashing in the water's weightlessness, jumping on the count of three and racing to the pool's edge and back again.
. . .was the day that we went to Hannaford after swimming, to grab a dinner of "chicken nuggets", fresh corn and hot bread (and don' t forget the free cookie).
. . .was the day that we sat at the dinner table, eating Will's favorite meal, when Will told us, "You are my best parents. I want to be with you forever and ever," only to be followed moments later by a, "I love you lots."
. . .was the day where Will ran out to help his dada mow the lawn, only to lose one precious "cwip-cwop" in the process, the priceless shoe torn to shreds by the lawn mower.
. . .was the first time I've seen my child so scared and so sad as he processed his first real loss (his flip flop).
. . .was the day that I dropped everything (dishes, clean-up, bedtime routine), to comfort my saddened son.
. . .was the day that I tucked in my sweet son, told him I loved him and would see him first thing in the morning, running my fingers through his coarse red hair, rubbing his back and snuggling him tight.
. . .was the day where I sat down and let myself cry, cry for the happy joy it is to be this boy's mom; cry for the blessings of motherhood; cry for the impending loss of this content family of three; cry for the excitement of bringing another baby home; cry for the nervousness that looms from thoughts of caring for another child; cry because I am so happy, so whole as a mother and how grateful I am I get to do this every day and how I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.