Thursday, August 4, 2011

I Just Need To Tell You Something

It was a long night.
There was vomit.
Awake children.
Awake parents.

And then this morning
my oldest son blessed me.

Sitting on the couch he looked over at me
and said, "Mama, I just need to tell you something.
I love you."

Then I tackled him with kisses,
vomit breath and all.

Updated P.S. Luke has had on fleece pants on all day, except he calls them blanket pants.

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