Spike

I cut Bennett's hair last night and gave him the look he's always dreamed of: a mohawk! He took one look in the mirror, let out a whoop and declared, "I shall now be called Spike!" And so it is.

What Really Matters

I was the first one up on this beautiful, Saturday morning. I thought I'd take this free, quiet time to read. I come downstairs to my 'reading spot' and no more than 30 seconds later I hear a quiet pitter patter on the stairs. I have company. It's Bennett. He LOVES to cuddle. He NEEDS to cuddle. It's his love language. So, I put down my book and we snuggle in the chair just basking in the quiet, peace and the love. As he gets up to go he looks back and me and says, "Mom, my thankful today is that I'm alive one more day." Me too, honey, me too. What a beautiful way to start another day...another day I won't take for granted, I will have no expectations of, I will live to its fullest.