Mommmmyyyy!…..Where’s Papa?

I pick Alexander up from school every day.  

It’s so great to have him run to me yelling, “Mommmmyyyy.”

Then he lets me go from the hug and says, “Where’s Papa?”

Thanks a lot buddy.

We get home for lunch, “Where’s Papa?”

I say, “Mommy’s here to eat lunch with you.”

I open the door to the house and he runs in yelling, “Papa, Pa-paaaaaaaaaaaa.”

I say, “Daddy’s on his way home.”

He’s certainly the daddy’s boy.

But at night, when he’s finally calming down to get ready for bed, he rubs my arm with his little hand and in a quiet voice says, “Mommy?  I love you.”

Now that makes up for everything.

My little man.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Even A Girl Like Me

A Preacher's Kid... Prodigal Daughter... Sinner Saved by Grace... Redeemed...Recovered...Renewed

great plans for me

My journey of life and faith

reflection of mercy

Keepin' it real, simple, and grace-full.

Tricia Lott Williford

Author and Speaker

The Middlest Sister

There are 5 sisters. She's the middlest.

%d bloggers like this: