Monday, August 4, 2014
I went for an early morning jog yesterday. When I got back to the house I expected to find it quiet with everyone still asleep. But as I walked down the driveway I saw the garage door open slowly. I then noticed his two little feet standing there. As the door got higher, I finally saw him - in his jammies and bed head, beaming at me.
"Good mornin Mommy. How was yer jog? I been waitin for ya."
It's the tiny but spectacular moments of my day like this that I never want to forget.