Yesterday, I was fed up with the issues, personalities, and behaviors of adults and kids alike. I wanted everyone to go away and stop complaining to me. Fortunately, my boys were able to ease my frustrations once I arrived at home. Alexander and I played with trains, Eric made dinner, I opened a bottle of wine, and life didn't seem so bad. I'm so lucky to have their love to give me perspective and balance in life.
This morning, I woke up to the pitter patter of my sweet boy, running across the house. He climbed the stairs and ran into my arms with that beautiful smile and dimpled cheeks. We cuddled for a bit, discussed about how well we both slept, planned our day, and then I put on cartoons for him (he might have snuck three chocolate chip cookies) so I could finish getting ready for school.
As I was leaving, he gave me a kiss goodbye, said, "Hab a nice day. Don't be sad, Mommy. I lub you so much".
There is no way I'm having a bad day today.
Yuck. I hate days like that. I'm glad that your little man sent you away with a smile on your face though!
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