Monday mornings are never fun for anyone, but I can always count on a smile from my older son. He wakes up and literally bounds out of bed full of energy and smiles every single day. This morning I came downstairs after my shower and he ran down the hall to give me a morning hug and looked up with his beautiful blue eyes and his big smile and I thought: During breakfast I was prepping veg for a Sheperd's Pie this evening and he pulled out a pack of pipecleaners (which I might add are now sold as "chenille sticks" because apparently pipecleaners is an evil word) and began to make me a bracelet which he proudly presented:
"Here Mom, I made you a bracelet!"
It was lime green and purple and way too loose. The ends of the pipecleaners pricked me as I moved about the kitchen but I wasn't going to take it off for anything. He them made "sculptures" out of pipecleaners which he hung from the kitchen cabinets.
"There Mom, now it looks nice in here" he beamed.
So I have scratches on my wrist and irritating thingy's dangling off my cabinets but there they will remain because everytime I look at them I see that little boys' sparkling smile and proud expression and I am so thankful for his little gifts of love.
J.
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