Hold Onto Me, Little One

You know how sometimes a single photo can completely overwhelm you and make you stop to catch your breath? This one from our 4th of July weekend did it to me.

I took this picture of my youngest son, Finley, holding onto me as we stood ankle-deep in the water and let the waves crash against our legs over and over again. He was smiling and laughing as the waves would roll in closer and closer until they finally splashed up on us and made his whole body rock back. Each time, he clenched my leg until the water crept back out and he felt safe enough to loosen his grip.

He kept saying, “Mommy, don’t move. I need to hold onto you.”

Whew.

Oh, my precious baby boy … who is not such a baby anymore.

You are my last experience with all of this. You are the last one to sit in my lap at bedtime. You are the last one to ask me to kiss your boo-boos. You are the last one to crawl into our bed each night.

And you are the last one to hold onto me.

So, don’t worry, little one, I’m not moving until you say it’s OK.

I need to hold onto you, too.

 

Love (and hold on) more,

Dana

3 COMMENTS

  1. Donna Ray | 11th Jul 17

    That made me go “whew” too. 💙

  2. Dede | 18th Jul 17

    I have loved the extra snuggle time this summer. Back to school will be tough!

    • Dana | 18th Jul 17

      YES! We’ve been on our own schedule for 2 months with LOTS of downtime. Trying to soak it all up!

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