My Sweetheart

My Sam has become the sweetest, kindest little boy.  Don't be mistaken, he has always been a sweetie but lately his compassion and kindheartedness have me beaming with pride.   He amazes me with sweet sayings or gestures on a daily basis and openly shares his love and affection with me and his Daddy.  This makes me happier than I can express.  One of my greatest hopes for my children is that they can openly express their feelings.  I want them to be loving and caring and to never be afraid of showing it.  Yes, I hope to teach them that if you love someone, you should surely do all you can to make certain that they know it.  Show it with your words and your actions and don't ever be ashamed or embarrassed for doing so.  

 

So imagine how happy it makes me to see my young son speaking sweetly and offering countless hugs and kisses to us, his lucky parents.   If I leave him, he always runs to greet me when I return, arms stretched out waiting for a huge hug.  Today I left him and Jack with Bec for a while and when I returned Sam was in the other room.  When he saw I was home, he insisted I go back to the den and come in again.  And there he was, waiting for me to reenter the room, arms stretched out, running to greet me.  All smiles and hugs.  The best greeting a mom could ask for.  I hold onto these moments, they are the fuel that keep me going day to day.

Nearly every night, I will cuddle up beside Sam as he lays in bed watching television,  almost drifting off to sleep.  These are those special, quiet moments I treasure.  The house is quiet.  He is warm, nestled in his pajamas under the covers, and smells like a baby after his evening bath. He is pure innocence and I love those moments I can steal curled up beside him.  I usually pull him close to me, telling him I want to hold him close for a minute.  He allows me this pleasure without complaining even if I am disturbing his favorite movie.  And now, nearly every night, after a few moments he will look up at me and say, "Okay, Mommy.  Now I hold you."  He then wraps his little arm around me a pulls me close, holding me just as I held him.  You can imagine my joy in this moment.  It is  a treasure.  He is my treasure.