Even though he's nine now, on some early mornings he still appears at my bedside wanting to get under the covers with me. "I just want my mama sometimes," he says as he snuggles his body into the crook of my own. And every time, I kiss the top of his head and whisper back, "That's okay, son. Because your mama wants you, too."
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Happy Tuesday. Again.
Cherish these days. I know you do.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful boy.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't get any better than that. Soak it in :)
ReplyDeleteMade my day, Doc. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
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