This morning, while lying on the couch, weeping over the events of the morning (and letting my hormones and emotions get the best of me) this sweet little guy came over for some words of cheer:
"Mom, get happy!" he said, with a big smile, and head cocked to the left.
He wiped the tear away, then saw more..."uh oh, Mom, I'll get it." Then he went to the kitchen, got the dish towel and proceeded to wipe my eyes.
After tossing the towel over his shoulder, he got a smile out of me. "Mommy's happy again!" he shouted. Then he laid his head on my shoulder.
