Early this morning (5:30 a.m. to be exact, thank you Daylight Savings Time – WORST DAY OF THE YEAR), my 3 1/2 year old was cuddled next to me in bed. Both boys has just woken up and were still sleepy and we were all laying together and I had one of those “they are growing so fast…he is still my little boy, and always will be. I just love him so purely and so immensely and am so lucky” moments. And, as if on cue, he reached over and touched my leg, and I felt my heart swell. I leaned my head in to his and he looked up at me and said, “I just wiped a boogie on your leg. HAHAHAHA.”
Welcome to motherhood.