five little fingers, three little words.

I am reflecting on an early August evening recently when Danny & I were in Justin’s truck on our way home from Stockton. Ever so subtly I felt his five little fingers make their way into mine. We must have held hands for twenty minutes as he drifted off to sleep. It was one of those moments I knew I would treasure, a moment I wanted to capture and hang onto with every grain in me…

… that was until tonight. Don’t get me wrong, feeling his warm & welcoming little hand in mine was immeasurable, but the three little words I heard tonight upon tucking him into bed will stay with me for years and years to come.

“Wuv Wuh Mama”

All of the sudden - the morning sickness, the 3.5 hours of pushing, the sleepless nights… I would do it all over again just to hear those precious words, I am loved.