So when the kids are in bed and it's finally quiet, I start to feel guilty for the reprimands...for the hundred times I said "don't do this, don't do that"...for the many angry faces I'm sure I made this day.
But this one. He's always smiling. He's always playing. He's always saying "I love you mommy", especially when he knows I've reached my limit. His heart is like no other...well, that's not true. His heart is exactly like his Daddy's.
There is wisdom behind those eyes even though he's only four.
And a smile that just doesn't quit.
He's growing by the minute.
And sweeter by the second.
What's amazing is that he is even more beautiful on the inside. And that's saying a lot.
