gratitude

I was in bed this morning mostly awake. I heard Houdini's bedroom door open, on our baby monitor, then I heard the pitter patter of his feet as he ran through the kitchen towards our room. I heard the sob, "mommy!" I pulled him into bed with me and he told me with tears falling, "a wion (lion) got me!" He snuggled close and eventually calmed down from his scary dream.

It's in times like these that I feel overwhelming gratitude. I am so blessed and honored that he comes running to me, in his times of need. I love you, my boy.