Sweet Sam fell asleep...

in my arms tonight. He gave me kisses, hugs, snuggles and love. He let me sing and stroke his hair, then let me rock him right to sleep. And we rocked & rocked and rocked. I'd still be rocking if the M-n-M's hadn't needed me to send them off to dreamland. My sweet boy hasn't given me that gift since he was still nursing.

God, you knew I needed that. Thank you, God. Because I really did.

Love,

Tiff