This morning before church as I curled my hair, both kids came barging into the bathroom with their cards and gifts. These are what Braylon gave me.
I like the duct-tape rose VERY much.
Tonight I felt as I often do at the day’s end, like I didn’t spend enough time with my lil man, not enough undivided attention. We’ve seemed to be a bit at odds with each other for a few weeks, attitudes are unpredictable and flair up more often, like an unwelcome infection.
So tonight after he “brush n jammed”, I suggested we sit on the love seat in view of Athena, his Bearded Dragon. He gladly followed me there. We sat hand in hand, and he showed me the book he chose for me to read to (and with) him. It was Diary of a Wimpy Kid, The Last Straw. I was happy he chose such a lighthearted, silly thing to read. We giggled and talked about many of the characters’ oddities.
At about 9:16, after I’d gone 16 minutes past my time, I walked him upstairs and tucked him in bed. I asked him what his favorite part of the day was. I thought he might say the “make your own pizza bar” at the Stewarts, watching G-Force at Gamma and PapaBob’s or maybe the donut holes & muffins at church. I thought he may say it was our reading time. But he said without hesitating, “watching the look on your face when I gave you the pen I made you. That was the best.” ❤
Then we prayed together. He prayed for his dad with his new business venture, for me for I5exit's popularity, for Angel to cry less and feel better, and for me and his dad again for wisdom with our money and parenting. And then he thanked God for every person in his whole family. Oh, and added one more thank you: for his iPod.
I just love him.