I got to sleep late this morning. By "sleeping late," I mean staying in bed until 7:45. However, the best part was not catching up on much needed slumber. Instead, it was feeling the warmth of my little two-year-old's breath. My sweet husband rose to get my oldest off to school while my little one and I tried to pretend the morning had not arrived. I prayed a prayer of gratitude for this precious time with my little boy. He is at the perfect age. True, he throws himself on the floor in a tantrum when he has to take a bath. But, he doesn't resist my kisses and he likes for me to hold him close. The day has barely begun and it will be filled with chores, work and responsibility. However, I received the dosage of love I needed to look back and say, "Yes, this was a good day."

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