As crazy and manic as my life gets, there is an occasional zinger that cuts me to the core and reminds me how much I have it made:
After cleaning the kitchen last night, I look down at my feet and scoop up a cute little boy with a pacifier in his mouth. "Wanna give me a kiss?" I ask him, looking at him eye-to-eye. He takes his pacifier out and puts his wet little mouth to my lips. I'm a bit surprised as I didn't think he'd know what I was saying. However, I'm so touched by this unexpected gesture of love, I squeeze him and say, "I love you!" With the pacifier back in his mouth, he says, "I wuv jui." My heart leaps. "Give me a hug, bug," I say. He opens his arms around my neck, lays his head on my shoulder and gives a bear squeeze. "My lord, he doesn't miss a thing. He knows exactly what's going on," I think. I hold him closer, squeeze him back and rock back and forth. I am amazed and so very thankful for this little gift and a transcendental moment that is now etched in the memory of my heart.
