He is hot and cold, never indifferent, always passionate!
He wraps his little arms around my neck 30 times a day and whispers,
"I love you mom, hundreds and thousands".
Sometimes, when he is angry, he wants to move far away, "to Flowida".
He tells me in a serious voice, "God doesn't want you to kick yer mudder, or bite yer mudder but God wants you to list'n to yer mudder and love yer mudder".
I smell the warm and dusty outdoor scent of little boy on his neck and hold him close.
Thank you Lord for this child-
warm, alive, and loving.
Savour the moments.
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