I was thinking about this very thing this morning while I sat at the kitchen table for my quiet time and my little came clomp clomping down the stairs, shirtless (of course) with his wake up face and fuzzy hair spot from his pillow, still hanging onto "Fwog." He peeks around the corner, to see if I tell him its too early to be up, and when I open my arms instead, he stomps run over and I can still pick him up and put him in my lap. He snuggles right into my shoulder and we just sit for a few minutes before the day begins. This is the good stuff in this extraordinary life. God, help me never ever forget.
