One of my most favorite things about my precious little boy is his love for affection. He constantly requests to be held and when I pick him up he lays his head on my shoulder and sucks his thumb with a sigh of contentment. It's like he is saying, "All is right with the world. I'm in my mommy's arms." He also does it with his daddy, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. He is especially infatuated with his Grandpa Kevin these days. As soon as he sees him he says "Papa" and scrambles out of my arms into his. I usually can't tell who is happier when this happens, Benjamin or Grandpa. :) Tonight, while I was folding laundry on the living room floor, he toddled over to me, dragging his blankie and carefully navigating the sorted stacks of clothing. He stopped a few paces in front of me, turned around, and begin backing up until he landed in my lap. He pulled the blanket over him, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and lounged against me with his head on my left ...
Learning to love myself in the messiness of life.