Gratitude 06/03/2009
As I listened to my son creeping upstairs to my bed this morning I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to be quiet. After crawling up and snuggling down between us, he proceeded to gently brush the hair away from my face and placed his hand under my cheek (something he has done since he was a baby). Overwhelmed with gratitude for my blessings I told him that this was my favorite part of the day and he softly replied, "I haven't had my favorite part of the day yet." CommentsLeave a Reply | AuthorSarina LaMarche ArchivesJanuary 2012 CategoriesAll |


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