You know the time two weeks ago when he puked in my car and last week in my hair and down the front of my gown? Yep, he's forgiven. It's been a rough two weeks around here, I've wanted to run out the door and scream on more than one occasion. And then my two year old comes up and out of the total blue, tells me he loves me.
Moments you live for when your a mom. Small, but hugely significant. Happy Monday!