So it allows me some quality time with my youngest. The older guys leave around 6:30 so I get an hour with The Little Buddy. Of course, that does mean that he's sitting on my lap right now alternating between watching Timmy Time and "helping" me type. We've already taken a shower, had a meltdown because I told him that Scotch tape isn't a toy, danced and had a tickle war. He's cuddled me and I've kissed his head more times than I can count. Now he's prancing around with a stuffed puppy--the very first stuffed animal he owned because The Rock Star picked it out before his baby brother was ever born--and a flashlight which he's managed to turn on and is now using as a phone.
And I love him, this son who almost wasn't. And my heart is content.
It seems so exceptional
The things just work out after all
It's just another ordinary miracle today