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.