The last couple of mornings, my lil’ sunshine crawls sleepily from his “big boy” bed and runs right into my arms saying, “I holds you Mommy”. And “holds” me he does - his arms tight around my neck, knees folded into my lap, heart to heart - holding each other in the still dark of the morning.
Is it bad to think I could end my day right there & not want for nothing else…
