Notice all the animals on my son's bed? Every night, he has to lay them in this EXACT order beside him. EVERY NIGHT. If he can't find one (which happens often enough) I have a hard time settling him down enough to go to sleep. I think he has a teeny wee bit of OCD.
He was such a wonderful little guy at church tonight. He snuggled down in my arms, turned my ear to his lips so he could properly whisper:
"Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful mom."
How simply sweet and heart melting is that? To top it off, he stroked my cheek and said:
"Mom, you have such squishy cheeks," (like squishy cheeks was a wonderful trait - and actually the first time I didn't mind having squishy cheeks) and "your cheeks are so kissable." Yes, he actually said that to his mother. Can you imagine how on earth I'm going to cope when he's older?
We are currently looking for a home on a deserted island.
He had two new questions for me as well.
"Mom, how do you know when dogs are laughing?" (which I think I know the answer for) and,
"Do fish have hearts?"
We haven't searched out the exact answers yet, but I find myself thoroughly enjoying his questions.
Today, my mother's heart is mush for my boy.
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