I was trying oh, so hard to focus and be reverent, but seriously. I was internally laughing my guts out!
When I picked my boy up from nursery, he greeted me with a, "What up, Mom?" Just the way he said it, in a low, I'm-so-cool voice, nearly sent me over the edge again.
I've been trying to do a better job at living in the moment, focusing on the little things that make me happy rather than wishing I was somewhere else, doing something else (or wishing it was the boys' bedtime!). Yesterday morning my boys were up at 6:45 AM, which is ridiculously early for them. One boy jumped in on each side of the bed, and I had the privilege of having McKay on my side. He lay so still, and the only sound he made was the smack-smack-smack as he sucked his thumb. We stayed that way for more than an hour, but I never fell back asleep. Instead, I relished the way he fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm, with his downy-soft hair rubbing against my cheek. It was heaven.
Why has Lord blessed me so abundantly, to allow this little man to be mine? He brings an unmeasurable amount of joy to my life on a daily basis. I'm quite sure that he will be the kid that makes Adam and I prematurely gray when he's a teenager, but oh, how grateful I am that I have him!