He's already in bed when I get home from my meeting, but I go into his room anyway to tell him good night. As my head nears his, he stirs and rolls to his back.
"Good night, honey," I whisper, kissing his forehead.
His arms circle my neck and he holds me close, never opening his eyes. His lips tenderly find my cheek and I smile at the way he mimics his normal bedtime ritual.
"I love you, Mom," he says and hugs me tight.
Loving comes so naturally to him, he can literally do it in his sleep. He represents everything good and pure in life, reminding me love covers a multitude of sins.
And I am blessed.
No comments:
Post a Comment