Two Good

Today was wonderful.

Since the accident (Dec. 7) I haven't been able to pick up Sam. This means that I have had full time help raising him. Our church was incredibly gracious to make it possible. What it also means is that Sam and I haven't had time together, just the two of us, in two months. Maybe this wouldn't be a big deal if he was a generally unlikable kid; but Sam is, well, he's the second love of my life.

And today I appreciated time together more than ever. He cracks up laughing and I love it! After he wakes up from naps, turns on his own music, and plays quietly for about 15 minutes, I sneak into his room and he puts on a show for me in his crib. We play hide and seek. He dives backward into the crib bumper with one leg up in the air. He crawls the length of the bed with his head pressed into the mattress. He looks up to see if what he's doing is putting a smile on my face. And when he's ready to get out, he pulls up on the rails, gives me a big open-mouthed (slobbery!) kiss, and then signs "help" or "all done" or just reaches his sweet little arms up. -Before today he would play with me, but when it was time to get out of the crib, he knew to go to someone else since I couldn't lift him. But not today!-

He'd gotten mud on his Crocs, so I banged them against a post outside. This must have been the funniest thing Sam had ever seen. I was enjoying his laughter so much that I banged the shoes much more than it took to get the mud off.

He's an adventurer and a ham. He's stolen my heart for good.
I love you, Sam Justice.
It's good to be together again.