My Boys Love Me…=)

I was talking to someone today at my kids’ school. My littlest kept walking up to me and kissing my shoulder. He would place both hands on my arm, then gently kiss my shoulder. You know, one of those soft, sweet kisses you can barely feel? He must have done it five or six times.

I re-read my post from yesterday about Mike Wieringo and decided to leave the typos. That one drained me. Sometimes, I don’t take the time to proof my own posts, especially if I’ve written about something that’s particularly moving to me. I’ll have to get better at that.

My friend, Eileen, sent me a nice note today with a parable about writing. I write until I burst.

My oldest kept smiling at me so radiantly today. At dinner he just hung on my every word. And he kept smiling so radiantly. His face is beautiful, and I love to look at it.

I keep thinking about those kisses and that radiant smile as I sit here and write this. It’s distracting, honestly. But, it’s distracting in the best way possible. I guess what I needed today, more than anything, was to know that my boys love me. Somehow, they knew.

That’s all I’ve got. My boys love me…=)