Tuesday, October 23, 2007

How did we get this lucky?

Last week while scratching Huckle's back and talking before bed:

Huckle: Mommy, did I cry a lot when I started to live here?

Me: Well, yes, you did cry a lot.

H: Why?

M: I don't know. Do you know why? Were you sad, or scared, or angry?

H: I think I was a baby, and sometimes babies cry for their mommies, and I didn't know you were my mommy yet.

M: Hmm. Maybe.

H: But now I am big and brave and strong. And you are my big brave strong mommy.

Yeah, I cried like a baby.


Yondalla said...

Lovely...big and brave.

He's grown up so much!

Maerlowe said...

I know. Wild, isn't it? He's such a old souled person in a roly-poly body. And carseat hair. And lots of letter subsitutions in his speech.

I can hardly stand how cool he is.

Bacchus said...

Dang... this was so touching. I can't believe how much he has changed since he came to live with you.

You are a brave mommy!