October 28, 2009

What I wouldn't give ....

What I wouldn't give, my little boy, as I lie in the bed next to you waiting for you to drift off to sleep .....

What I wouldn't give, as I keep my arm wrapped around you, knowing that if I move it, you will grab it and put it precisely back the way you want it, with my fingers caressing your shoulder .....

What I wouldn't give, as I hum softly into your ear, keeping tune with the classical music playing from the CD player on your dresser .....

To know what images are floating through your mind.

I press my forehead into yours. Our noses are touching.

And I wonder ...

What is it that you think about as you drift off to sleep?
What is it that you dream about in the middle of the night?
What is it that you want to know when you wake up with that beautiful smile each morning?

Oh, my sweet boy, what I wouldn't give to know.


  1. You'll know Leah. Somehow, you will. I promise..

  2. This is exactly how I feel about Evan. I have said countless times..."If I could just get in his little head for five minutes to see what he sees..."

  3. Leah, this is beautiful. it reminds me of a U2 song:

    "I want to trip inside your head
    Spend the day there…
    To hear the things you haven’t said
    And see what you might see…
    The songs are in your eyes
    I see them when you smile..."