uncomplicated
>> Sunday, February 28, 2010
This afternoon John caught a rare nap with Axel. When the bigger boys tired of amusing me with their antics, I set them up with old episodes of the Pink Panther before slinking into the bedroom myself to join my biggest and littlest of boys.
Of course I woke them up.
But the three of us lay there in the big bed with afternoon sun pouring in on a Sunday afternoon, and I thought about just how lovely it must be to be a baby.
Really - can you imagine being that loved? It's incredibly uncomplicated at this age. There's just current; no static.
How nice would it be to have a day or two in your adult life to be loved like a baby? Arms the length of your body wrapping you round, ceaseless kisses, very few expectations draped over your day, and oh -- to be carried.
The list of needs would be short. A thumb, a chest strong or soft. Feeling the steady reassurance of the familiar bass beat thumping the rhythm of life.
16 comments:
beautiful and so very true. to be a baby.
It's what I imagine heaven to be like :)
What a lovely Sunday afternoon.
I second Corinne's sentiments. I cannot even really imagine.
Love these thoughts for today.
Yes, yes. I have often wanted to find myself wrapped up in strong arms and sunshine with no worry at even the possibility that my needs might not be met.
Then I wonder, if perhaps this is the living parable that we are supposed to learn from.
Oh please! Pick me! I want to win a day in life as a baby!
I really enjoy your blog. There are too many blogs doing giveaways...I really like posts like this that make me pause, sign, and anticipate tomorrow with my boys!
that picture up top there makes me want to go wake the baby up right now and squeeze her.
i won't, though.
i respect my sanity too much.
xo
*sigh*
Believe it or not, I had a Sunday afternoon that was pretty dang close to that. Minus the thumb-sucking and being carried.
*double sigh*
I have had these thoughts, these cravings, so many times before. I look at my little creatures, their untarnished and bright blue eyes, and I celebrate the blank slate of their innocence. I do. But part of me is envious of their pillowed existence, of the stunning simpleness, the exquisite lack of static.
Just gorgeous.
I love those moments snuggled up with my family on a sunny afternoon.
I do have days where I long for the innocence and unconditional love that accompanies babyhood:)
You've had the best kind of a Sunday afternoon. How lovely!
What an awesome afternoon!
Great picture.
and yes. Swaddle me, please!
I love that and now want to take a nap.
Oh dude. I will be dreaming of this all day long.
:-)
Miss you.
Beautiful pictures. I've thought the same thing when laying in bed. This morning we had the baby in bed with us & our second son. We were just laying there & it was so wonderful watching them breathe with the morning light starting to filter in.
"Arms the length of your body wrapping you round..."
yes. i look at the little cherub faces. i see how they squish all up in the relaxation of sleep. i see how even if they go to bed mad at me, they wake up happy, bright-eyed and ready. ready for the world. hungry.
in so many ways i still mourn youth. even with the responsibilities of three children, house and home, i don't yet feel like a grown up. when does adulthood really take hold of my mind, and not just my body?
(i hope never?)
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