LOVING SON

This morning I was once again reminded of the sweet child that Tobin is. (Often enough, there's so much evidence to the contrary...)

As I was laying in bed, still recovering from a weekend spent feeling sick, He came in and cuddled my head, telling me he loved me. He does that kind of stuff all the time. I love that I can't leave for work without him scrambling after me to give me a hug and a kiss, and telling me that he loves me.

At night, he always wants to make sure that we "dream about him, and dream about Quack-and-toots", who is his stuffed duck.

And the other night, as he fell asleep in the car, he told Kristen, "Tell Daddy I love him. Make sure he knows that."

I love these moments. I need these moments. Especially because as I type this, he's screeching at Allegra, and carrying on like a maniac on speed...