Take a look at that handsome little face. Who couldn't love a little guy like this? This boy of mine regularly turns me into mush with the charming things he says to me. At lunch today, he looked across the table at me and, out of the blue, said:
"Mom, you sure are cute!" To me. ME. ME, who feels like a 600 pound heifer.
Totally smitten, I replied, "Well, my boy sure is handsome."
To which he responded with, "My mom sure is handsome, too!"
When he says things like this to me, he could have just finished a huge art project on his bedroom walls, or perhaps cut the hair off of his sister's dolls, or even tried to flush his beach ball down the toilet - and I would still think him the best, most wonderful boy that God ever gave a mom.
And God gave him to me. Imagine that?