Love

Last night, I was hammered (see previous post). I was so tired and ready to go to bed by 7:00. My wonderful husband had called on his way home from work and asked if I wanted him to bring home dinner...let me think, yes. Steve then walked in the door with dinner and said that someone in the ward had called and he needed to go give a blessing. Bed was going to have to wait.

While I was waiting for Steve to get home, Thomas was playing upstairs in his room. He called for me and asked if I would come upstairs to see something. I walked upstairs and he was standing at the top waiting for me. He told me that he had made something for me to make me happy. I guess it was obvious I was tired.

He had made a large train track with his train set and was so excited to show it off. It went from the middle of his room into the middle of the hallway. He was so proud of it ( I should have taken a picture, what kind of blogger am I?). I laid in the hallway and we played for a while.

While laying there my nose started to run. I asked him if he would get get me some tissue. He willingly ran down the hallway and returned with a kleenex. I went to reach for it and he ran up to my face and proceeded to place the tissue on my nose and say ..."Blow."

What a great kid!