sweet Sunday

Dennis looked so cute for church this morning--his Daddy dressed him in a bright two-tone blue Hawaiian style shirt and khaki pants that belonged to his cousin Caedmon. He loved the nursery, as always, and he loved going out to "eat chips" at the Mexican place. He greeted the other diners, turning around to say "How are you doing?" to the folks that passed by. He must have been irresistible today because many people stopped to talk to him and he shook hands with a couple of guys.

After we got home from lunch, he kept insisting "change my diaper", and so we did, and he put himself right to bed. He didn't get up for around four hours. When he did, we played with his little people and trains until it was time for me to cook supper. We had such a fun afternoon together--I can't describe how much I enjoy his little conversations with me. Even when he says "fine, how are you" and I reply "fine" and he always says "chicken double stack" and then we list fast food menu items back and forth for long minutes, it just brings me such joy. He's a fun kid, a real charmer, free with his hugs and kisses. I love him so much! Now at night he insists on "one more hug, Mommy" and "say prayers" several times after we've prayed with him and tucked him in. Each night means one more day of his childhood that has passed, and sometimes I get nostalgic and a little sad. But each morning means one more wonderful day we get to spend together, and there's nothing more special than his "Hi, Mommy-- 'morning!" when I open his door every morning.