Under our kitchen table

Not many nights ago, while I was preparing to get little Mason ready for bed, he scuttled under our kitchen table in hopes of stretching out the length of his day. Unfortunately for him, I am not much larger, and decided that his hiding place was as good as anywhere else to get him dressed. It wasn't until I was hidden under the table with my little chap, that I realized that it had been a rather long time since I had been under a kitchen table, or even in any sort of hiding place for that matter. How did that happen? While I got him ready, my mind went back to the many little spots in my parents home that seemed so magical and safe to hide in when I was a child. There were forts in the back yard, the linen closet at the end of the hall, under the bathroom sink (until the day I got my head stuck), and of course the top shelf in my bedroom closet. I remember honestly thinking that nobody would ever find me there and so I would sit with my hoard of toys happily for what seemed like hours on end (but with my attention span, this was highly unlikely). All the places that seem average to me now were so magical in my youth. How did that all change?

I tried to think when the last time I did anything fort-ish. How long has that part of my imagination lapsed? The most recent time I could come up with was my freshman year in college, when my roommate, Heather, and I decided to have secret meetings under her raised bed. We would drink the BYU creamery chocolate milk and plan out how we would woo our current love interests in time for valentine's day. Dorky, but mighty fine fun, if you ask me!

That means that I haven't done anything like this for ten whole years!!! How have I been able to find any merriment in my twenties without a little fort fun? How did I get so boring?!!! If I was going to mommy this little boy, and more children to come (please, please, please) than this was a little matter that I would have to fix.

The next morning, I took the initiative and crawled under our table, much to the glee of Mason. There we sat off and on for the next several hours. We had a snack, read some books, played with some toys, and had some fun imaginative bonding time. Needless to say, it was a treat. One that we will be having again soon. Life is too short to not sit somewhere unexpected every now and again.

Also, don't I look dreamy in the morning wearing my chic robe? James is one lucky man to get to wake up to me! I'm poetry in motion at all times of the day!