Everyday happiness

We got back from a run and I am lying on the floor doing sit-ups. You are busying yourself with the vacuum, and don't pay attention to the fact that I am steps away from you, sprawled out on my back. Suddenly you hear me call your name and your head turns my way. You break into a big smile and crawl towards me. Once you reach me, your little hands grab my shirt and you slowly pull yourself onto your knees. You are so proud of your accomplishment, and I am proud as well. You are becoming a little boy and losing traces of your baby self every day. I count the number of sit-ups I do out loud so you can hear numbers and each time my abdomen crunches together you smile, because your hand, and subsequently your body, move with me. Every so often you will slap my tummy and poke at my belly button, which makes us both laugh. We watch each other in the mirror, smile at one another and then you are off, climbing over me, on to your next adventure. And though I wish I could play with you forever, I know you need to explore and learn, that is your job right now. Thanks for playing with me baby boy, you are so much fun.