My little one

AHHH....I do not think there is anything more precious than holding a sweet little boy and rocking him to sleep. Andy is such a cuddly, sweet boy all the time. Most nights, he prefers to get a hug and a kiss and go straight to bed. All three of my boys have been low maintenance when it comes to bed time. We've said prayers, read stories and tucked them in early - usually no later than 8:30. Tonight, for some reason, Andy began to cry out after he laid down. I ignored it for a few minutes, but when he persisted, I decided to check on him. When I peeked in, he was still lying down but crying. I scooped him up and asked if he wanted to rock. He said yes and I obliged. As I sat there in the darkness, listening to the music play, I was struck by how blessed I was. I was patting his back to the rhythm of the song that was on the radio. One tiny little chubby hand was curled around my finger. Then the other little hand began to pat my back as I patted his. It was PRECIOUS! Although I could have put him back in bed sooner, I let myself rock on for a few extra moments, content to just enjoy my little one. He was warm in his footie pajamas covered in dogs (his favorite!) and his little head was perfectly curled into my shoulder. I found myself thinking how perfect that moment was and how incredible it is to be a mom.
Thank you, Lord, for blessing me. My cup truly runneth over right now.