September 2025 – Thoughts from Blue Eyes

I’m going to miss

Moving always brings weird emotions. You’re excited about what’s ahead, but melancholy about what you’re leaving behind. Change is strange.

I’m going to miss our little life here. Our tiny apartment where our family began. The easy walk to everywhere – work, church, the store, the pharmacy, transit, the park. The nostalgia down at the hospital complex where Bun was born and our life changed forever in the best.way.literally.possible. Gluten-free donuts. The familiarity and knowledge of our neighborhood, where the good coffee shop is, the three places I can eat, which paths get you to the zoo the fastest, the skyline and the sunset behind the skyscrapers. The roadmap of the grocery stored. The street noise – sentimental, yeah, but it’s been the background track of my life for a long time.

I’m going to miss our church family, dearly. It’s incredibly comforting to have a place where you know just about

just one more minute

Please, just one more minute

of rocking in our chair.

Please stop growing up so fast and getting too big to curl up on my shoulder.

Just one more minute of tiny baby snuggles

Coos and chirps as you sleepily cuddle on my chest

Drifting off to the sound of my singing.

Just one more minute of being unable to crawl, being nine months old (barely almost), your tooth not fully in, your wiggling and giggling when I say “oh no!” and we make a mess of sweet potato puree on the floor.

One more moment of clapping hands, of chewing on Tupperware lids, of being content to sit and play by yourself with your touch and feel books while I watch you explore.

Just one more minute of 9-12 month pajamas even though the zippers and snaps and magnets barely fit over your chubby thighs and you resemble a little sausage casing.

Please, just one more minute of

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I’m going to miss

just one more minute