This past weekend, my husband was out of town, and Little Man woke me up with his screams of “Momma! The sun is up!”
I did something I normally wouldn’t when the hubby is in the bed — I pulled him into bed with me for cuddles.
He is so very cuddly first thing in the morning. He was laying with his head on the pillow beside me, and looked over with the biggest smile, squeezed my shoulder and said, “I love you!”
Then, last night, twice he looked at me and said, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
I’m filing those memories away for when he is a moody teenager. These truly are the fruits of my labor!