"WIll you remember.."

"Preserve your memories... keep them well.. what you forget you can never retell..."


Will you remember..sweet boy...when you were a baby and you would curl your little toes up and the only one that would be sticking up is your big toe..or that you would curl your little lip up and smile a crooked lil smile when you would sleep...and sometimes in the quiet of the night as you and I cuddled...you would open your eyes and look at me...as if memorizing my face...and I would look at you..memorizing your face...and then we would fall back asleep...

Will you remember..sweet boy...how as you got a little older and started walking..that your favorite hiding place used to be in trash cabinet...and how you loved the sound of a duck..and you were never a rocker...but more of a bouncer..of how tired my arms got at night from bouncing you but I did it because I loved you so...

Will you remember..sweet boy...how you would carry around a screw driver...not just any ole' screw driver...but a certain one that we could only get from Toy's R Us...and how one night when you were absolutly inconsolable..your Maw-Maw drove all the way to Montgomery just to buy you this screw driver..and when you got it in your sweet little palms..you drifted off to sleep without so much a wimper...and then several months later when you realized that it wasnt like pawpaw's..you didnt want it anymore..you wanted to carry around a real one...just like him...

Will you remember..sweet boy...how you used to climb into your toy box and find every last matchbox car there was...and then you would line them all up..front to back...and make you a trail of cars that ran length of the house...and when we would pass a big truck in the car..you would get all excited saying "Big Truck momma..big truck!"

Will your remember..sweet boy...how when you were at daycare and you thought Superman was the best super hero of all time...that you climbed to the top of the slide and jumped off thinking in your little mind that magic was real and you would fly just like Superman...which ended up with us at the ER..and a cast on your arm the very next day...

Will you remember..sweet boy...how much you loved the movie "Ice Age"...how we had to watch it over and over..as soon as the movie would end..you were saying "Rewind Mommy...I wanna watch it again"...I knew exactly what parts made you giggle..I knew exactly what parts made you cry...and when that tape got so worn out from watching it so much...we went and bought a second one...which we still have...

Will you remember..sweet boy...how as you started getting once again older...that your own little personality started to take off..and you are more like me than I could have ever imagined...how you always have to have the last word...how as much as you try and hide it sometimes...your tender hearted just like me and you can't stand to see someone you love crying...

Will you remember..sweet boy..how sometimes when you would have a bad dream..I would climb into your bed and rub your back for you until you drifted back to sleep...that amongst all the little nicknames I have for you that "Sweet boy" has always been my favorite....My special little name for you...and when someone else called you that you would tell them "Thats my mommy's name for me..."

Will you remember..sweet boy...how at night time I get the first kiss and hug goodnight before daddy...its our special ritual...and how on the first day of school of every year...your daddy and I would take you to eat breakfast at the place of your choosing...or how on every birthday..you get breakfast in bed on our special birthday plate...

Will you remember..sweet boy..that at Christmas time I always read "The night before Christmas" to you...and then we tell the story of Jesus...


As times moves along faster than I want it to...I wonder if you will remember these things...but most of all I wonder if you will remember how much I love you...how much you have made my life worth living...and I wonder...when all is said and done in this life...if you will think back..and think I was the best mother I could be..I wonder if you will know..that I would move any mountain just to see your smile and wipe any tear away from your face...

I think what scares me the most...is that as I get older...and gray starts to take over my hair...wrinkles start to invade my face...and the number of my age starts to creep higher and higher...my memory is not as sharp as it used to be...and old age starts to rob me...

Will I remember these things Sweet boy...