My son...

I have the best son.

There are so many moments that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God intended him to be my son. He is my blessing. Andrew keeps me laughing, talking and thinking all day long. If it were up to him, our conversations would never end. I am literally in awe of how smart and perceptive he is.

Some days, it is extremely trying to be a mother. I don't have enough time or energy to be the mom I'd like to be. It is so much work trying to balance this dance of motherhood with the rest of my life, and the reward is not always obvious.

Well, tonight I got my reward.

We had a contractor out at the house tonight who was going over pricing for hardwood floors. Since Andrew believes that every person who sets foot in this house does so to be engaged in endless conversation with him, I sent him to his room until we were finshed talking with this nice man. It was so hard for Andrew. He kept poking his head out of the door to ask one silly question after another, just to be noticed. When the contractor left, Jason tucked Andrew into bed. About an hour later, I went upstairs to kiss Andrew goodnight. Before I even turned his door handle, this is what I found sitting outside his door.

My four year old son left me a love note.

I went into his room and kissed is soft cheeks while he snored in my ear. And I thanked God not only for the blessing of children, but for the blessing of Andrew. What an amazing little man.