My Guy

It was a day of mixed emotions, jumbled up plans, disorganization, and unrest. After lunch I decided continuing in this manner just won't do, so I put on a movie, went to my room, and shut the door.

Some days are just like that.

I wasn't sure if I would take a power nap or pray or just think. I started to doze after ten minutes or so when Max opened the door and let himself in.

"Mommy?" He interrupted politely. "I want a kiss."
"O.K. Max."
After receiving permission, he flashed a huge smile and ran over to my beside. *kiss*
"You go to sleep. O.K. Mommy?"
"O.K."

He ran to the door and shut it behind him. One half second later he opened it.
"Mommy? I want a hug."
"O.K. Max."
He ran over again. *hug*.
I gave him another kiss on the cheek.
"No, Mommy. You already kiss me."
"O.K. Max."
"Mommy, you go to sleep."
"O.K."
He ran back to the door and shut it. And opened it.


"Mommy? I sleep with you?"
"O.K. Max." I giggle.
"Move. I sleep on pillow."
"Max! This is my pillow. What am I going to use?"
He ran to his room and brought his pillow. "You use that one." I obliged.
He laid down and pretended to sleep.
I did the same thing.
"No! You can't smile." He didn't like my fake sleeping.

Then he put my face in his hands, tilted my head back, and looked up my nose.
"No boogers." he reported.

He got out of bed and picked up my journal.
"Here your facebook".
"Thank you."

He ran to his room and brought his favorite book, "Away in the Manger".
"You read my facebook".

So I did. About ten times.

Sometimes I wonder why I was ever upset or nervous about having a fourth child. I just can't imagine life any other way.