After a June day, I run the bath and plop the messy boy in. The water washes away the day's play - the dirt under his fingernails from digging for pretend snakes and the sweat from his wild dark hair. The sticky popsicle, too.
He grins as he splashes and then sits quietly examining the bubbles.
A ball and a truck make their into the tub. A green dinosaur on it's perch above.
Josiah has always loved his bathtime.
He asks me for a snack. A piece of cheese for in the tub. I laugh and say nope, no cheese in the tub. He thinks for a second and then says how about chicken? with a slick look on his face. Then he bursts in giggles as I splash him.
My kiddo is a goofball and I love it.
When he yells out all done Mama, I wrap him up like a baby as always. His little face peeks out from the fluffy towel and he smiles widely when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
I dig my nose into his wet chin and hair and breathe him in, this baby of mine. He smells like a dream. His long legs swing as I carry him.
Together we sit to snuggle and chat before bedtime. I ask him what the best part of his day has been and he says my shower and then he grabs my face and plants a big smooch on my lips.
My kiddo is a sweetheart and I love it.
And I cherish these end-of-the-day moments together.