Wit u Mom

Doodah melts my heart every morning.

I hear my door open, i roll over and we are face to face.

"I sleep wit u, mom?"

Ya. I pull him up. He puts his little hands on my face and insists on me holding his other hand.
He will get tired and wiggle away, but it doesn't take long before those tiny hands are looking for me again. He will play with my hair and tickle my arm.

Sometimes it's so much that it brings tears to my eyes. How does this tiny little boy know that I desperately need to know I'm needed? And just a soft touch and sweet smile of love gives me everything I need to build a whole new life.

I love you Doodah!