Last night...or shall I say early this morning...a little visitor entered my room.
"Momma. I just want to cuddle for a minute."
It was 4:45am and my son crawled into bed with me. Normally, kids are not allowed in our bed. But I thought I would let him cuddle for a minute then take him back to his room.
"Momma, I love you, and Daddy, and SB, and Mac, and the dogs, and the whole house," he said as he nestled his head against my chest and rubbed my arm.
I sighed. Mac stayed cuddled up with me until my alarm went off. This is what motherhood is all about. It makes all the frustration and exasperation worth-while.