I write on here all the time about David’s antics. And sometimes about how crazy he makes me.
But he really is a pretty good kid.
He also has a very big, soft heart for all his bravado. He can be so loving, and even quite sensitive and caring. He’ll just stop in the middle of playing and say, “Mommie, I love you!” Earlier today he told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
David did something really sweet a while ago. Something that, at first, I didn’t really appreciate enough. One day he used my cookie cutters to make four little hearts out of Play-dough.
One for him, one for Daddie, one for Mommie and even a tiny one for Wade. Then he took the hearts and placed one on each of our night tables. He told us to leave them there so they would dry.
Today he he reminded us of the little hearts he made. He’s so proud of them. And suddenly I realized how special those little hearts are. He made those for us with love. All on his own. No prompts from me or anyone else. He was actually thinking about us. If you’ve ever dealt with a four year old, you know they don’t have that many unselfish thoughts.
I now count those Playdough hearts as among some of the most prized possessions in our home. Mine will stay on the nightstand. One of the first and last things I see when I get up and go to bed at night.
It’s so precious to know I have my little guy’s heart.
And, of course, he has mine.