Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Little Boy

As I sit on the floor in tears from a difficult day, my baby, who has turned into a little boy without my permission, stands in front of me.  He has a sad, curious look on his face.  He takes his slightly pudgy little boy finger and touches my wet eyelashes, first the right, then the left.  And then he gives me a kiss.  How is it that this little man, who has only been on this earth for a short time and cannot even really talk yet, knows the exact thing to do to make me feel better?  

Thank you God for my amazing little boys. 

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