The Best Moment of the Weekend.

The best moment of my weekend, other than when I got my son, was Saturday morning. Saturday May 23rd, 2009. My son wakes up at 730 am, plays on the bed for a bit before I let him know that I am awake also. He looks over at me, points to my face and says "Da da"

My heart melted, my blood raced, I smiled the biggest smile in the longest time and said yes son, Da da.

Later that morning, when I took my Son to see his Mom for a few hours, he did something else that made me smile inside. I handed him over to her, she took him, he went to her….then looked around, saw that I was not holding him, looked for me, found me, pushed away from his Mom, reached out for me and started to cry. When I took him from her, he calmed down and smiled.

I will never get tired of saying this, I love you Son, more than you will ever know.

~Sometimes the simplest of syllables has the most prfound effect~
Rand al’Mawer, 2009