Cherishing the Inbetweens: You Are My I Love You

Cherishing the Inbetweens

The title of my blog is about the inbetweens. Inbetweens are those moments between the hustle and bustle of life that make life worth living.

I'm talking about when you're running late dropping your kid off at preschool while also trying to get to work on time. You hurriedly drop him off and head towards the door when you hear a familiar voice across the playground saying, "Mom! I love you!" followed with a smile, wave, and blown kiss.

Or rushing through listening to the voicemails you missed while at a work meeting and after several messages a tiny voice that belongs to your baby girl comes on saying hi over and over again.

Or when you've made another late night trip to the store because it's the only free time you've had and you're tired and crabby and thinking of all the things you still have to do before going to bed. All of a sudden you walk out the doors and it is snowing the first snow of the season. You look up into the dark sky and feel all of those beautiful white flakes falling across your cheeks. For that single moment all is right in the world.

Those, my friends, are the inbetweens. Sure, we all love a good birthday party or a school play, but those moments that happen unexpectedly when you've had a stressful day and just want to throw in the towel those are what keeps you going. Cherish those inbetweens.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

You Are My I Love You

(My dear friend Krisi got this great snappy of Aiden at our Larryville Moms family picnic. Thank you! I love it!)

You Are My I Love You

by Maryann K. CusimanoPhilomel Books, 2001

I am your parent; you are my child.

I am your quiet place; you are my wild.

I am your calm face; you are my giggle.

I am your wait; you are my wiggle.

I am your carriage ride; you are my king.

I am your push; you are my swing.

I am your audience; you are my clown.

I am your London Bridge; you are my falling down.

I am your carrot sticks; you are my licorice.

I am your dandelion; you are my first wish.

I am your water wings; you are my deep.

I am your open arms; you are my running leap.

I am your way home; you are my new path.

I am your dry towel; you are my wet bath.

I am your dinner; you are my chocolate cake.

I am your bedtime; you are my wide awake.

I am your finish line; you are my race.

I am your praying hands; you are my saying grace.

I am your favorite book; you are my new lines.

I am your night-light; you are my starshine.

I am your lullaby; you are my peekaboo.

I am your goodnight kiss; you are my I love you.

Aiden - you are my EVERYTHING. . .