My boy was sick Saturday night, 103.5 temp. Sunday morning, we were obviously (even tho he felt better) not going to take Gabe to church.
He was NOT happy. Not. At. All.
It's my month for leading worship in KidsPoint so I had to let Jeff stay home with him while my girl & I went to church.
This made him even LESS happy.
But he was thrilled when I walked in the door that morning after church. His greeting was, "I yove you Momma."
Then he told me a few minutes later,
"You are the BEST Momma."
That my little buddy, is the best thing you could ever say to your momma.
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