It's been a long couple of days. Girlio - no sleepy. Boy-o - sicky, cranky, cooped-up-y. Some trying times in mama land. I've been gritting my teeth, counting the seconds til L. gets home, feeling frustrated, tired, over-done.
And then, Boy-o asked for me to snuggle down with him (usually he wants L.). And then, then, he reached around me and asked for a hug. And then, then, then, he grabbed my hand, openned it and wrapped it around his little one.
Freaking amazing how such tiny, little kid gestures can make the most intense burst of mama-love coil up around your body - starting at the ankles and winding its way around all the way up to the tip of your head - and make three days worth of exhaustion and frustration just dissolve into thin air.
Bless his sleeping little heart.