Last night, three friends and I went out for a drink. Amidst the happy chatter, the chips, & the margaritas, I felt compelled—nay, inspired—to tell one (or two) cute kid stories.
“I hope you’re writing these down,” my friend Karen remarked, which was all the prompt needed to get my butt back on the blog.
This kid? The one standing on the rocks? He’s my bonny blond Viking and he’s quite the handful, just like his bonny blond sister was (and is) before him.
He’s we’re lucky in that he makes us laugh; I’m blessed in that he pretty much melts my heart daily.
Yesterday: I’d made some popcorn for an afternoon snack. “Can you add something sweet to this?” he asked before eating.
“Like what?” I replied.
“I don’t know…like salt?”
And then, as I sat on a stool at the counter with my bowl, he hopped down from his chair at the table and joined me. “You’re so sweet!” I told him. “You’re following me?”
“I will always follow you, Mama.”
Heart melting. Heart going. Gone. ♥
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