(I’m starting a new blog series highlighting my favorite moment of the week. Every Friday – until I forget or get bored with it – tune in for “My Favorite Moment Friday.”)
Last night, I got Ryan home from daycare. I fed him a few bites of dinner before he had his usual “All I want in the world is MILK” meltdown. So I threw out his dinner and gave him an enormous bottle of milk. (You know what? If it’s going to bring him that much joy, he can have it… he’s craving milk, not fried Oreos.)
(Or maybe I just wasn’t in the mood to listen to all the yelling.)
After he drank 7 gallons of milk (this is a rough estimate; it may have been more), it was bath time. I carried him to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub with him in my lap as I ran the water. We do this every night, but usually I’m rushing to get it done. I’m rushing to get him all settled for bed out of fear that I’ll miss the window between “tired” and “so exhausted he may never sleep again.” It’s a fine line. But he had a pretty good milk coma going, so I decided that for once, I didn’t need to rush.
As I waited for the water to warm up, I looked at him. He stared back at me, looking me directly in the eye. For maybe a full minute, we sat like that, neither of us saying anything, just staring.
Finally, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I had to tell him.
“You have the prettiest eyes EVER,” I said.
And he gave me one of those smiles that lights up his whole face, like he’d been waiting for the compliment. The smile squinted his eyes and crinkled up his nose, and I would swear that happiness actually radiated out of him.
And then I had to drain the bathtub of two inches of scalding hot water and start all over. But I think it was worth the extra effort.