The other night I could not get Dylan to bed. He barely had one nap so I knew he was tired, but he resisted with all his might. I couldn’t understand what he needed. He was fed, bathed, teeth were brushed, stories were read, he had his blanket, glow worm and thousands of kisses. He would wave goodnight as I closed the door and just when I thought the night was mine I would hear little footsteps followed by a tiny voice saying “mommy, buzz” as in Buzz light year. After the tenth time I gave in. It was late and we were both tired, but I didn’t have any more energy to put him back to bed. We sat on the couch, Dylan watching Toy Story and me watching him because that is cuter than the movie itself. Soon enough I heard the door unlock and to both of our relief Dad was home. When Corbet came through the door our Cub got off the couch, with blanket in tow, and slowly scuffed over to his Dad. I watched in amazement as Corbet picked Dylan up. The little boy in footed pajama’s who had fought sleep all night simply put his head on his Dad’s shoulder and in seconds fell asleep. I then understood that Dylan didn’t need his glow worm or his blanket, or maybe even my kisses. What he needed was his Dad and from the looks of it, his Dad needed him too. It’s funny how he can be naughty (he’s 2) all day, I mean this kid can really test me, but a moment like that can erase it all. I was tired; we all were, but that moment was not lost on me. I was looking at Corbet and Dylan thinking… this is what true love is.
I’m Grateful …
For caramel… it is so GOOD! Whoever invented it… I owe you one!
For living in the land of opportunity
For the ability to laugh everyday
For good music
For Pinterest (I don’t have to cut out pictures in magazines and glue them in my journal anymore!!!)
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