Blessed

I'm in the middle of a big project. I'm catching up our family photo albums (no small task, considering I left off when the toddler was 6 months old). So, maybe it's photos like this that have me feeling nostalgic and mushy-gushy.

This evening, I was sitting on the couch with my feet propped up watching a movie. Suddenly, I heard the toddler crying. I slowly got up, turned on the light in the hallway, and made my way down to his room.

"Sweetie, sugar, what is it?" I asked.

He looked up at me, frustrated, from under the comforter. His small, precious voice responded, "It's broken."

Immediately, I knew what was wrong. He is my child, after all. He wanted his comforter to be just right. "Lay down, sugar. Put your head on the pillow," I said. Slowly he inched back, and put his head down on his pillow. "I'll fix it," I reassured him.

I fluffed out the comforter until it was smooth, and I folded it right under his chin. Then, I took his blankie and put it on top of the bedding. I handed him his Bear-Bear and his Lightning McQueen race car. He turned on his side, pressed the race car up against his cheek, and folded his hands right next to his face.

"Thanks, Mom," he said.

My heart just melts for this boy. Our lives are crazy, hectic, and at times really embarrassing (the meltdowns that occur. . .come on, you read my blog, you know what I'm talking about). But I want to remember the precious moments, too. I'm so grateful to be this sweet boy's momma. Blessed, blessed, blessed beyond words is what I am.