Toddler Times

I look at him, asleep in my arms, and see the thousand laughs we've shared. Not the 24 time outs he had this morning alone. I see us splashing in the pool, jumping in the leaves, stomping in the snow & smelling the flowers of 3 years. Not the meltdown on the library floor. I see us playing hide & seek, strumming our guitars, & reading "No Matter What" one more time. Not him line-driving his sister into the refrigerator. I see bathtub waterfalls & mudpuddles. Silly songs & holding hands. I see a boy who will not always be a headstrong toddler, but will always, always be the light of my life.