goodnight

Last night, I was snuggling with the boys (Jack and Bodie.) One on each side. I was playing with Bodie's hair and the way he was laying, his hair was swooping up over my shoulder where his head was resting.

Jack said, with a whisper... "Mommy, Bodie looks like Prince Charming." (pause) "I think we should cut off his curls." :) Then, we giggled and giggled as Bodie argued that "I wike my curls." Ahhhh, so sweet. I do, too, my sweet Bodie, I do, too.

As I was tucking Bodie in, I said a line that he usually says... "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." To my surprise, he grabbed my face with both hands on either side. In the dark, I felt his face and nose pressed to mine and his hot breath whispered, dramatically and in the most precious way, "Because 'dere is witerally 'fousands of 'fem." (which is my line.)
We shared another giggle and hugs. My little heart soared, such sweet boys.

With a consistently melted heart,