Bad Hair Day

Again, my night for laying down with Ryan after reading. As I had my eyes closed I had the most precious moment with my first born son...aside from the first time I held him. I felt his little hand touch my forehead and gently rub down my cheek as he said "night night mommy, I wub you very much. Sleep well." I just had to open my eyes and smile at those big blue eyes while tears rolled out of mine.

Obviously he hears this every night from Tim and I, and he always repeats what we say...almost as if saying "okay, okay, I get the picture. It's bed time, now if I say it will you leave me alone?" But tonight it was different, he said it sincerely and without prompting. It touched my soul.

This moment that will undoubtedly be burned into my mind for the rest of my life was followed by "Mommy, it's okay. I'm just having a bad hair day." "What do you mean Ryan?" "My hair is all messed up but it's okay. It's just a bad hair day." Uh, if you guessed he heard that at daycare, you'd be right. Tim had told me that Ryan mentioned this on the way home last night, but I hadn't heard it. So apparently my son's Alfalfa like sprouts were out of control yesterday. Honestly he always looks like he's got a kippah on the back of his head...there's just a patch of hair that's always poofy and bouffant.