Cuddle Time...

This morning there was zero fighting with my youngest to get dressed.

This morning my smallest of six decided he was too tired to fuss and fight.

This morning I saw a glimpse of my little 3 lb 4 oz baby.

This morning that same little boy warmed my heart.

This morning that growing little man decided he wanted to be my baby again.

Those moments in life should always be cherised and never forgotten. Today I was reminded that my youngest is 3 and growing and that even though he can be a little meany he always loves his mommy.

Here is to all moms everywhere...