He’s reading to me. Diary of a Wimpy Kid. He loves those books. He wanted to read together, and usually he reads a page and then I read a page. But tonight, he just wants me to listen.
His eyelashes are long and dark, like his dad’s. He laughs when he reads the funny parts.
His thumb rubs the page he is reading. Dirt under his fingernails that need to be cut.
He scoots closer to me. He asks if I will read the cursive writing in the cartoon on the page.
He doesn’t want his sisters to listen in – this is our time.
His pajamas are too short. He won’t stop growing! It seems that all I do is buy clothes for him…he’s getting so big.
He asks me what a word means, and I explain. He then uses the word in a sentence to be sure he understands.
He unconsciously picks at the dry skin on his lip. He laughs again as he reads, and it’s like music to my ears.
I kiss him on top of his head, breathing in the scent of him.
He tells me he wants to finish the book tonight, even though it means staying up past bedtime. I don’t say no. I love listening to him read.
More importantly, I love this time together, just me and him.