He was supposed to be in bed, but he kept sneaking back into the living room. He was so very tired, but he was just so sweet too. I let him sit on the couch with me, then he cuddled up in my lap. I could tell he was going to fall asleep soon and my heart smiled at the thought of my “big boy” still showing signs of being my baby. I watched as his eyes closed, slowly opened, then closed again. His little hand grasping the silky part of his blue blanket- a habit he certainly got from me.
I’m thankful for those moments when my heart is so content and happy that I feel like it could burst. Those moments that eyes fill with tears at the thought of how truly blessed I am. Those moments when my little boy who thinks he’s so big, forgets about everything else, and falls asleep in my arms.