A Mother's Day

He's been sneaking into our bed around 5 am lately.  As much as I've vowed not to let that become a regular occurrence, in my grogginess I let him.

At 6:30 I could hear their whispers.  "Do you remember what we need to do this morning?"  Silence.  "Umm..."  More Silence.  Then he remembered.  "Cards for Mommy!"

The lights came on and he was handing me an envelope.  Unable to contain his excitement he repeated, "Open It, Open It" as he tore the envelope open himself.

Mickey Mouse was on the card.  His favorite.  And when I opened it up Mickey burst into song.  The look on his face was priceless.  Eyes wide open, jaw dropped, a grin big enough to show his dimples.  As if the singing card was the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

He pointed at the scribbles on the page and said, "I drawed that fer you".

"I LOVE IT!"  I declared.

He leaned in so close I could smell his morning breath, threw his arms around my neck and said in my ear, "Happy Mudders Day, Mommy."

Oh, baby.  Happy doesn't even scratch the surface.