Tonight, as I was laying next to you for a snuggle,
I was thinking about the previous fifteen minutes.
You had been playing on the computer
and I gave you a five minute warning about bedtime.
After the five minutes were up,
I sent you up to get ready for bed.
There was great wailing and gnashing of teeth
as you made your way upstairs to get ready for bed.
When I went in to tuck you in,
you tearfully explained as tears streamed down your face
that you had been building things to show Chris on the computer
but you hadn't been able to figure out how to save and now they were gone.
You were crushed.
a little Trey, getting in touch with his inner rage
Within a few minutes, the tears slowed
and your arm reached up and across my neck.
Your breathing slowed, your sniffling ceased
and a contented sigh made its way from your lips.
"I *love* you mommy,"
"You're the best mommy in the whole world.
I have the best mommy, and the best brother, and the best sister
and the best daddy and the best doggie in the whole world."
Just like that,
all was forgiven.
For you, my son, are like a summer storm in Florida.
It comes quickly,
rains with great intensity
with flashes of lightening and great booms of thunder.
You are a combination of shadow and light.
But just as quickly,
the sun breaks through the clouds and gloom
and its rays brighten and warm everything they touch.
Within moments, all traces of the rain are dried up.
No lingering, no festering,
just a clean, fresh start.
How I love you,
stormy son of mine.