sappy mama with a heart all aflutter

I think my kids have been sick approximately 462 times since Lute started school this fall. It's not the end of the world, but it does cause a lot of extra crankiness around here, and I am not just talking about me. All three have been walking around with waaaaay too much mucous a-flowin' this week. 


It also happened to be my Grandpa's 86th birthday celebration this weekend. Thankfully, Lute got over his runny nose for the most part in time for the party, but sadly, the littlest munchkins were not in a partying mood. Nick was kind enough to stay home with them so that Lute and I could enjoy the festivities. 


All ready to go, gifts in hand, I told Lute it was time to head to the car. 
"Okay, Mama," he said. He stopped mid-stride, looked at Eddie in all seriousness and said, "Sorry, Eddie, but just me and Mama get to go." Eddie laughed and shouted, "Bye bye!", unfazed.


Walking out to the car, Lute grabbed my hand and said, "Isn't this so exciting?"
"What's that, bud?"
"You know, Mama, it's just me and you!"
"It sure is, Lute," I laughed and squeezed his hand.


Later that night I wrote what happened in my sadly neglected journal. It was a moment to treasure. I know he won't always be so infatuated with me, but I am gonna take it while I can get it.