My son is my third child. The last I will carry and birth, and my only son. I’m sure my daughters said things that made me laugh out loud, or swell up with pride, or just smile that “how can I love you THIS MUCH???” kind of smile that moms wear at times… but my son just seems to make me do those things more often than I remember my girls doing. Maybe I’m just old and forgetful.

While on a family weekend trip this weekend, the following things caused that smile to appear on my face:

I came out of the cabin to join my hubster and son at the picnic table on the porch, wearing my new navy shorts and white peasant-style blouse, and my son said “Mommy, you’re pretty!” I should note that I had no makeup on and my hair was still wet from my shower…

Yesterday morning, as we were waking up, the boy was overheard saying to the hubster “Daddy, you’re the best daddy ever.” Hubster, being one who needs explanations, asked why this was. The boy said “Because I love you!”

Like a Hershey’s chocolate bar squished between burning marshmallows, my heart melted…