Saturday, March 29, 2014

My Sweet Little Man

The bond between mother and son is palpable. There is an indescribable sweetness to the bond between my little Mad Man and myself. He surprises me every single day with his capacity to care. Don't get me wrong he's a wild man, but God is he sweet. I had the stomach bug last week. I left work early and thankfully Mima kept the kiddos through dinner. This was the longest I had ever gone without seeing my Mad Man. He came in and walked gingerly toward me and said "hi" in the sweetest, most caring little voice. Then he climbed onto the couch, caressed my face, and said "Mommy, puke?  Okay?"  Aah. Melts me heart. He was so concerned. It brought true tears to my eyes. Then he snuggled into me and was so gentle.   He's only two years old and I cannot wait to see how his sweet nature will continue to blossom. 

High: The honest love that could be felt emanating from this little man. 
Low: Having to go all day long without seeing my precious babies. 

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