My Pride Knows No Bounds

And I'm not talking about the 18" zucchini we just harvested from my garden--though the sucker is big.

No, tonight it's Mr. 5.

Mr. 5 is my son best characterized as a golden retriever (right now Mr. 11 is a whippet and Mr. 3 is a Jack Russell, but that's always subject to change). He's sweet and happy and full of love, and playing with my hair has always been his comforting device--even as far back as when I was nursing him in public.

Mr. 5 and I were laying in bed tonight. He played with my hair as I read him his story. Tonight's selection was Johnny Appleseed. We came to the part that described Johnny as a peace-loving pioneer who wanted all people to live together as brothers. And that's when Mr. 5 did it, when he made my heart swell. He stopped me and said, "and sisters too."

My budding feminist!

To top the whole evening off, he snuggled his nose up to mine as the story finished and told me he loved me. "I love you mama, so much."

Thank you my sweet boy. That is the best gift I could ever receive. I will love you forever.