So, this morning the kids and I were dancing in our jammies to some of our favorite music. The music slowed...so I grabbed Wyatt and we twirled around the kitchen. The lump in my throat grew to the size of a grapefruit and my eyes stung as I savored the moment....he's not going to like this forever!
Swallowing hard, I manage, "Wyatt will you still dance with me when you are a teenager or maybe when you are a big man?"
Pulling away from my shoulder he replied, "Sure Mom....but your breath is kinda stinky!"
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