Goodnight Kiss

I am all sentimental lately...the season, the hormones, the exhaustion...a combo probably.  My body hurts, and I want the next six weeks to go by.  I also want to meet the new little personality that God thought our family would not be complete without!  Then I look at the three little ones that are in front of me and I think life is pretty great, and I am not ready for a change yet!  I cry when I think of the adjustment Reuben has ahead of him.  (I told Jordan I wanted to have this baby at home so that I didn't have to leave him.  Jordan didn't acknowledge this suggestion with a reply.)  Audrey was talking about Christmas decorations the other day.  I cried again, and I am not sure why.  There are days when sitting in a hospital bed watching Christmas movies while people bring me food sounds like heaven.  Then I think about watching "It's a Wonderful Life" from a hospital and I know I would be a complete mess before I get to the telegram from Sam Wainwright! 

It is probably because of all these crazy thoughts and feeling that I have been thinking a lot about this song that my mom used to sing so I decided to look up the lyrics. 

Goodnight Kiss

I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise to kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore.

It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past. When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt, Or pat my baby on the back, Or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.  They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.
Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore. but now I would give anything to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.  Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy... Daddy hold me high.  Lets go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly...

I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they're up and gone And walking out the door And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore!

[ Author Unknown -- from Aiken Drum ]