Sam brought me my coffee cup this morning. His sweet little face coming around the corner to the bathroom, nearly empty coffee cup in hand, me with my toothbrush in my hand. “What do we have here bug?” Oh boy…. I peer out around the corner, coffee all the way down the hall. “Awe, thanks bug.” As I finish brushing my teeth afraid of what I’ll find on the other end of the coffee stream. His eyes are so big, he holds the cup and his arms up to me. I take the cup first and put it on the washing machine- then him and we go investigate. He seems dry- that’s good. No coffee, hot or otherwise seems to have spilled on him. We make it to the living room and the entertainment center. He points at his balls because he wants to play with his beach and soccer ball…. I look the damage over from his loving attempt to bring me coffee. I had laid his clothes and diaper out, quickly realize Grammy’s going to have to tend to that as I put him down to go get a towel… maybe two. Shoes, photos, Nintendo controller… all swimming in coffee. I sop it up best I can- he keeps reaching out for me to pick him up. “Hold on bug”…. “looks like mumma’s gonna have to make coffee at work this morning”… I pick him up, bring the dirty towels to the hamper, bag up his clothes and diaper, kiss momma goodbye and we head off to Grammy’s. 18 months of being his mom…. yeah it’s going by fast, but every day is new and fun, and I can always get coffee another time. Smiling at him, picking him up, saying thank you…. this is my guy, and I couldn’t imagine loving someone more.
