[Photo - N. last Fall, snoozing next to his dad.]
Something I had written just a few weeks ago in quick scribbly writing on a piece of scrap paper:
"As I think of how many times I seem to repeat myself about Legos being picked up or bed time being stalled, I pause to remember something. Before I know it my boy will be a teenager and have a deep voice, broad shoulders and surely tower over me and even his tall Dad. Then in the blink of an eye he will be a man like all my nephews now are (when did that happen?) and I will wish for and need to have days and moments like this one. The one when he cuddles under a the quilt next to me to watch Santa Claus Is Coming To Town for the 15th time this season. Surely these are the moments that will stand the test of time."
