Tonight, we said prayers with
Kortland and tucked him into bed.
Kortland: "Mom, remember you said that you would snuggle with me every night?"...he called after me as I walked out the door.
Me: "Yeah bud, I will be back in just a second." I answered.
A couple of minutes later, I went into his room and climbed the ladder of his bunk bed, and snuggled up to him. He sat up and looked at me, and I saw that big round tears had filled his eyes and were rolling down his cheeks.
Me: Buddy, what's the matter?
Kortland: Do you want to know why I'm crying?
Kortland: You know how sometimes moms cry, but it's not because they're sad, it's because they're happy?
Kortland: Well that's why I'm crying. I'm happy because I was just laying here and then I thought about how much I love you and that it's going to be mother's day, and it made my cry a little, but don't worry, they're happy tears. They're tears of joy because you're my mom."
I. have. no. words.
I loved on him and snuggled him and told him that I was so grateful he was mine. And after he fell asleep, I went into the office to tell Kyle what had happened, and I couldn't even get the words out through my own tears (tears of joy, that is).
I may only have one, but man is he a good one.
What a gift.
So, here I am, at 12:09 just basking in the glow of an early Mother's Day gift. I don't need any other gifts. I don't need praise, or recognition, or cards, or treats. I'm just grateful for the opportunity to reflect on how blessed I am to be a mother.
Seriously, greeting card cheesy as that sounds, I couldn't ask for more.