Monday was really a “Monday” for me. Not just another manic Monday, but worse. Riddled with a headache and crankiness all day from being stuck in a room with 27 kids who struggle to listen to directions at the best of times, I wanted to just go home and go for a walk with LB. Instead, we set out to buy some file folders that I needed for school. But the store I went to didn’t have file folders. Well, they did…fancy, schmancy file folders that cost way more than I was willing to spend. No plain old, manila folders. And at this point, going to another store would have put us home a half-hour past LB’s dinnertime, and that’s just not fair to the little one when I’ve got the choice. So we left the store empty handed and headed to the car.
After reaching our roasty vehicle, I swooped LB into his seat and tried to pull out his car seat straps. Both of which were stuck under his tushie. And I couldn’t get them out. And it was hot, and I was tired, and I just dropped my head over his car seat and started to cry. Silly, I know, but sometime we just need to cry. (You know it’s true…R.E.M. told you so!)
And as tears dripped from my face into LB’s lap, he reached up and firmly put his hand upon my head. He held on to my hair and pushed my head up until he was looking directly into my eyes. And I saw Jesus. And as I stared into those beautiful green-blue-gray eyes that I’ve stared into so many times before, a giant grin spread across his face. He pulled my head towards his until our foreheads were touching…a long-time love gesture LB does with both his daddy and me.
I needed that. A beautiful, pure, sweetest-moment-ever. Heaven on earth is the only way to describe it!
I love this litte boy!