A few months ago I wrote about actions speaking louder than words in reference to my youngest son.
This morning, I go to wake him up so that he can have breakfast and get ready for school. He's in pre-kindergarten. He's four years old and what a fun age for him (and me!). He is the last of the brood and knows it. He plays his role well. But I digress...
As I'm waking him up, I'm kneeling next to his bed and telling him it's time to get up. He rolls over, stretches, in that sweet way which melts your heart and only children know how to do, and once he realizes it's me, he wraps his arms around my neck and doesn't let go.
He hangs on for a few seconds. I cherish those magical seconds because they are fleeting. We all know how quickly we forget things that happens in seconds. We all easily forget things that happen every day in our busy lives. Including those kisses, those hugs, those sounds of joy and laughter.
While my youngest has yet to say those three words, (I know he has them cause he's said them before but he's just playing games with me) I know for a fact that my kid loves me. I might quite possibly be his favorite person in the whole world. I'll work tirelessly to continue being the person he looks up to. He shows me so all the time. This morning was a perfect example.
That sweet, gentle hug that spoke so many words was enough to let me know that he loves me and I love him back.
The point is, if you were looking for one, cherish all those moments for tomorrow is not promised (as cliche as that sounds). Live in the moment and love mightily.
My little boy. He woke up one morning dressed like this.