"I had a good dream, Mommy!"
"What was it about?"
"I had a cousin who was a tiger and he had claws and he showed me how to climb a tree really good. And I had a tail! And Beau had a tail too. And we all climbed the tree really good!"
I could see that he had woken up happy. [understatement]
It was adorable and I felt myself having a happy morning too when the vision of two growling, climbing, striped, tail-ed little boys washed over me.
Maybe that's why I noticed Beau's nose this morning...how it would wrinkle up when he thought he was tricking me by hiding his miniature Bullseye horse (from Toy Story) under his leg...and then my Woody guy would find him...and his nose just got the finest little happy wrinkles right below the bridge.
I had to kiss it.
Then I had to show him where his heart was. I pointed to his chest and said heart, and then I listened to his. Then I pointed to mine and said heart and pressed his ear up so he could hear. He was in awe. "Heart!"
Then I taught him that he is two. "Beau, how old are you?"
"Two!"
"How old are you?"
"Two!"
"How old are you?"
"Two." (like, "Mom, enough already.")
I tested him by calling my Mom having her ask Beau.
He passed.
I just love happy moments. In our Stake Conference the stake president said he had asked his wife if she was happy. They are a relatively young couple with four children under 9 (or 10?). She said, "sometimes." And he said, "She's German. She says it like it is." I could totally relate to her. I could go days without being happy...I have, probably. I've decided it's got to be on purpose. I have to purposefully have happy moments everyday. And I do. And I feel so blessed when I find them.
Here I tried to capture the wrinkly nose...Jacob was my first model because I thought Beau was still taking a nap.
1 comment:
I love those pictures!!
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