“Let’s turn on the radio,” I say into his neck with the playful voice I use only with him. “Music? Yes?”
He straddles my right hip and leans as far as he can toward the mantel, trying desperately to grab the radio.
I take a step back and reach out with my left arm to press the power button.
“On!” I exclaim. His eyes light up and a grin bursts across his face as the music streams through the speaker.
I bounce him on my hip and we twirl around the room while I sing with the radio. I love that he is still too little to care if I am out of tune and have no moves.
I tease him that some day this kind of behavior from his momma will be an embarrassment to him. So for today, I relish how joyful he is in this moment.