Baby Loves Mama and Mama Loves Baby

Last night while I snuggled Little Guy at bedtime, after a minute or two of quietness, he whispered, “I’m pretty lucky.”

“What makes you say that?” I whispered back.

He breathed out, then said, “Because I have you as my mom.”

“I’m pretty lucky too,” I said. “I have you as my boy, and I have always felt lucky to have you.”

I felt tears get ready to fall out of my eyes, so I dabbed them away. We exchanged “I love yous” and he fell asleep shortly after that.

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