Beautiful, Beautiful Morning

It is Friday! The week is over. Mommy is finally feeling better. We are working on getting Daddy better. Lennox has been a trooper while I laid around on the couch all week. Turning into such a little man. Such a big helper. And such a sweet soul, as usual. At the moment we are trying to wean mommy off the baby monitor. Lennox is almost three. He sleeps through the night, as long as he doesn't loose a toy from his bed. Mommy still worries about him at night. I hate to hear him whimper, even though I know I should let him be and put himself back to sleep. Last night we had no monitor on. But at 6:30 this morning, I could hear him crying for mommy. It must be mommy-radar. I ran into his room to find him standing up and saying "get out." Mark and I usually don't get up until 6:45, but I took him into bed with us. He laid on my pillow and said "mommy lay down." I laid my head next to him and his sweet little arms wrapped around me. He rubbed my face saying "my mommy." He kissed me over and over again. Asked for "covers" and "my hug, my hug." He whispered I love you in my ear. It was such a sweet tender moment. We are so lucky to have our little buddy. He is such a good soul, so thoughtful, and careful, and affectionate. I worry that one day he will be too cool to cuddle with mama and too cool to kiss me in public and too cool to spend some time in mommy and daddy's bed waking up in the morning and watching The Wiggles. I am trying really hard to cherish all these moments with him and remember the way he looked and how his soft his hands are, and how tender his little whispers are. After such a stressful week and so much feeling sick it was so nice to awake to this today. Puts me in such an excited mood for the upcoming weekend and more fun adventures with my little buddy.