(A Christmas story with Rock me now Michael, Sara and their 2 yr. old son Mikey.)
"Mikey, hey, don't touch that. Your mommy and I spent all afternoon decorating that beast and if you pull all of the ornaments off again…" Sighing softly Michael jumped up to remove the colorful glass balls from his two year old son's fingers.
Placing them both back onto the tree, Michael then scooped up his son and spun him around making air plane noises. "Let's fly to see Mommy, ok?" His answer was a resounding giggle that went well with the huge grin now plastered across Michael's face.
Shooting passed the miniature drum set he had been assembling before his son went tree terrorist on him, Michael flew to the stairs. Sara was upstairs resting.
He knew she needed her rest, she was always tired in her second trimester; she had been the same when carrying Mikey. But she had been asleep for well over two hours and it was time to wake Mommy up.
The zooming noises echoed throughout the halls on the second floor with a giggling back up as dark curls bounced and blue eyes sparkled. Mikey loved to fly even more then he loved to bang on things. Michael figured his son would grow up to be either a pilot or maybe a drummer in a rock band like his favorite Uncle Linc.
Stopping short just in front of the closed bedroom door, Michael looked up at his son and raised a finger to his lips, "Shhh, let's surprise Mommy, okay?"
Mikey giggled and made a zooming noise of his own, making his father laugh.
"Shhh…" But he knew it was hopeless Sara would be awake as soon as he opened the door. Placing his hand on the knob Michael turned it and pushed the door open.
"Mommy!" Mikey squealed as soon as he saw Sara stretched out on the bed.
Flying for the bed Michael began making landing noises, right before he reached it, however; he veered away. "Mayday, mayday, come in! I think we're gonna crash! I can't control the plane!" Michael flew their son around the bedroom haphazardly as Sara sat up giggling.
She watched her two favorite boys as they zoomed around the large bedroom giggling and sputtering as the 'plane' went down. "Kaboom!" A giggling, bundle joined her on the bed and she reached for her son, hugging him.
"Mommy, Mikey down!" Sara giggled and met Michael's eyes over the top of the springy dark curls her fingers couldn't resist. Her hand drifted up there now winding through them. "I see that sweetie, you crashed!"
"Kaboom!" Mikey threw up his hands, his blue eyes alight.
The three of them were giggling as Michael pulled his family in for a hug, capturing them both.
Suddenly there was a loud crunching noise.
"Uh, oh." Sara and Michael exchanged a look. "Uh, oh" was Mikey's favorite thing to say when he did something he knew he shouldn't have done.
Sara eased her child away from her and the sparkly fragments of crushed Christmas tree ornament fell from the leg pocket of his cargo pants. Her eyes moved to Michael who just grinned and shrugged. "Don't look at me I have no idea how that got it in there."
"Uh huh, I'm sure you don't," But her eyes sparkled. "I think this is a job for" and Sara lowered her voice to barely above a whisper as her eyes met those of her son, "The Magic dust buster!"
Mikey squealed in excitement, "Yay!" One of his favorite things in the world was the magic dust buster. He was bouncing around in his excitement now, the sparkly glass having fallen completely free of his pocket.
Sara was careful to keep his hands out of the mess as Michael hopped up to go get the magic. He was back in a flash and then their son was wielding his favorite 'toy'.
"Ready…Get set…Blast off!" Sara shouted loudly and then the sound of the vacuum filled the air drowning out their son's giggles.
Her eyes met Michael's and then he was leaning in, a small kiss making this memory all the more sweet.