tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post6113475635774620252..comments2011-07-25T10:39:09.466-05:00Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14258405168792203613noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-71340445653944570322009-07-20T22:42:20.937-05:002009-07-20T22:42:20.937-05:00Sorry I am so far behind on my reader!<br /><br />This post was so beautiful. I am ending my evening with it in my head. You are such an awesome mother and woman.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing the inspiration. Going to tuck the boys in one more time.Amohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05406745191755932850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-39462765608714626922009-07-16T02:10:06.952-05:002009-07-16T02:10:06.952-05:00I so miss those snuggly times in toddler-hood. And I can&#39;t hold and kiss away the hurts for my teenagers. I wish I&#39;d been able to have a baby with my 2nd husband - it would have been all sorts of wonderful.Pop and Icehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09293232401852452071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-61572005243544072062009-07-15T14:41:46.980-05:002009-07-15T14:41:46.980-05:00Beautiful.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />And now I&#39;m so very wistful about what&#39;s to come. I wish they&#39;d stay little(ish) forever.Trenches of Mommyhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07257891014401157085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-688186272024384312009-07-15T12:14:35.430-05:002009-07-15T12:14:35.430-05:00okay, i&#39;m crying. so beautiful! it made me think of the conversation i just had with my all grown up son. who still needs his mommy. whose little chin was quivering and just needed a hug. (woman problems)<br />sons are absolutely the best!purejoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07095975148508760030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-3173294683350119252009-07-15T10:40:02.110-05:002009-07-15T10:40:02.110-05:00I loved this post Amy. My boys are off again with my hubs having an adventure in FL after I had to fly back for work. I miss them! The days of them waking up scared are over. But my 8 yr old still likes to be read to and they all like to be tucked in.Michele Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17030846420862437581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-66607027260598339292009-07-15T10:06:19.490-05:002009-07-15T10:06:19.490-05:00The Urban Cowboy - Thanks, that is an awesome comment.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14258405168792203613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-88434343841889027032009-07-15T09:56:50.030-05:002009-07-15T09:56:50.030-05:00My son is almost 23, but I still sometimes wake to a storm and wait for him to need me. That hasn&#39;t happened since he was 14, and during one summer middle of the night storm we sat together--end to end--on the couch and &quot;rode it out.&quot; I had a big triple sliding glass door and we let the room be lit by lightning. <br /><br />It&#39;s a precious moment to remember. <br /><br />Selfishly, when he was small, I didn&#39;t mind the intrusion of the storm or of Mac. It felt so good to be needed, to be seen as strong.<br /><br />I love reading &quot;mom blogs&quot;, they stir so many good memories.<br /><br />Thanks.Ellen Stewart (aka Ellie/El)http://www.blogger.com/profile/17892924619560880572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-30152465508754504842009-07-15T09:47:17.743-05:002009-07-15T09:47:17.743-05:00It&#39;s moms like you that help develop cowboys like me!The Urban Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274811305312666931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-29355027613829261082009-07-15T08:56:41.700-05:002009-07-15T08:56:41.700-05:00I just LOVED this!!Momo Falihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09735425888226178189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-64272450052314438462009-07-14T17:21:05.388-05:002009-07-14T17:21:05.388-05:00Amy- one of your best. Absolutely captures those moments that make all the meltdowns, batches of laundry, and months of teething worth it. Bowling balls included.evenshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05216202339896997202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-56080572059807958002009-07-14T14:32:25.228-05:002009-07-14T14:32:25.228-05:00Megan - Gosh I wish your link was &quot;live&quot; and I could find you. I&#39;m so sorry. Thank you for commenting on this in spite of it. I&#39;m so so sorry.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14258405168792203613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-48421192749814221362009-07-14T13:58:10.141-05:002009-07-14T13:58:10.141-05:00This is so beautifully written. I can just read it over and over again. Thank you.Renée aka Mekhismomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634096295956313230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-72817519785274502972009-07-14T13:11:01.680-05:002009-07-14T13:11:01.680-05:00This makes my uterus hurt - I wish I could have kids to love in that wayMegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-88611976656448431862009-07-14T12:55:32.300-05:002009-07-14T12:55:32.300-05:00oh, you&#39;re killing me - my boys are with their dad this week. i remember how much i loved those moments when i was superwoman in their eyes - totally safe in mommy&#39;s arms. Truth be told - i was the one getting comforted. I miss my babies so much. damn you amy. ;-)maitlandmommy AKA Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04248454578815144970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-90522199302135770882009-07-14T08:37:49.451-05:002009-07-14T08:37:49.451-05:00what a moment to treasure.... how quickly our little ones grow up to be independent! sometimes I wish they&#39;d stay this little forever! I did say &#39;sometimes&#39; didn&#39;t I?! Ha!Deannahttp://www.yankeewife.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-31563505432792954212009-07-14T08:26:52.042-05:002009-07-14T08:26:52.042-05:00Really lovely, Amy. This is what I miss about blogging as reviews and carnivals have taken over--the sweet, simple stories; the excellent writing. Bravo!VanderbiltWifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15805989975484713982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-5381651485394748592009-07-14T08:08:59.081-05:002009-07-14T08:08:59.081-05:00Beautiful post. Just beautiful!IdleMindOfBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03981681283810950397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-3748255865508091432009-07-14T06:54:34.521-05:002009-07-14T06:54:34.521-05:00OK you&#39;re making me cry. What a beautiful post Amy!! It is bittersweet.BlondeMomBlog (Jamie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678207937709971411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-90841996305614433732009-07-14T05:52:22.780-05:002009-07-14T05:52:22.780-05:00&quot;...my desire to comfort him making him seem light and easy, as opposed to his usual bowling ball heft.&quot;<br /><br />That&#39;s my favorite line. This post is just beautiful.Jessica Miller Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11407283047174143978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-87421593428510183732009-07-14T00:07:50.923-05:002009-07-14T00:07:50.923-05:00Something that keeps getting me is the times when I&#39;m low - not because of the rain, mind! - and then the baby needs a cuddle, or play, or just patience (mine, she don&#39;t have any...), and again I realise that it isn&#39;t so much about me anymore!mo.stoneskinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505331557340450863.post-40638651754228407082009-07-13T22:31:26.899-05:002009-07-13T22:31:26.899-05:00What a beautiful, touching post. It&#39;s so bittersweet, isn&#39;t it? We just want to hold on to these moments forever, knowing how quickly they grow... how big they&#39;ll get... how they will need us less and less in moments like those, when our hugs are all the comfort they need. Sigh. Bittersweet, right?Loukiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03066879990007701379noreply@blogger.com