Sometimes my youngest can try my patience more than anyone I know. He is a sweet little boy. He is. But he is also a bit of a slob. Sloppy room. Messy mouth. Remnants of his lunch on his shirt. Yesterday he was a bit hyper in the car. I asked, "Coop, what am I going to do with you?"
He sat for a couple seconds and said, "Love me. And don't ship me off to Boston to people I don't know."
I don't know about anyone in Boston but my heart felt a pull with the first instruction. Plain and simple.....love me. And I will. A sloppy, messy, sweet love for a sloppy, messy, sweet little boy. Always.
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