I write about a lot of crap. It's easy fodder, people love drama, and it's good to vent. Sometimes, however, something happens that smacks me in the head and reminds me WHY I am doing all of this.
This morning was one of those.
Boy got up at his usual 6:30am, but for once he didn't go slamming his drawers or wake Girl up. Instead he came into my bedroom and crawled into bed next to me, laughing because I was sleeping "upside-down" (head at the foot of the bed). He curled up behind me and gently played with my hair, patted my head, and told me that "even if you died, I'd still love you." That's quite sentimental from an almost-6-year-old who is fascinated with zombies!
He stayed until 7:03 (which he called seven-thirty, until the number changed to four, which confused him). Then he got up and without arguing(!) went to take a shower.
A taste of heaven. Maybe I AM doing something right!
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