Monday, July 4, 2016

I like this kid.

Some days I get so worn down by Hal- his energy, his needs, his lack of focus. He often sings at the top of his lungs. He has been known to jump on my belly when I wasn't expecting it, or pull my hair. He might dump out every bucket of toys in the house. He wakes up his sister.

But then he will also wrap his arms around my neck and say, "I really like you, Mom."

Or he will be chatting with his Uncle Adam, and say (unprompted), "Thank you for letting us stay at your house!"

Or he will watch Mae laughing across the room, and say, "Oh, she's cute!"

Or he will say to me, when I come through the door after a church meeting, "You shouldn't go to church without me! I missed you."

Or he will say a prayer, and thank Heavenly Father for letting his cousin Eric stay an extra day.

Or he will say, appreciatively, "This is a really, really good dinner, Mom!"

(These were all in the last four days)

I know it's unlikely, but I hope he's always this sweet.