Taking time for him

It's so easy for me to come in from work and get right to it.

Laundry, supper, cleaning up, picking up, busy. It's non stop.

But then, I have a fussy boy. A needy boy.  Attached at my leg.

But- if I stop- sit down with him, read a book, eat a snack, he's happy as a lark. 

And really, that's what's important.

Time with this little boy who is growing so fast.  Too fast.

All that other stuff can wait.

All he wants to do is sit in momma's lap.

And I'll be dang if I'm going to let him down.