The dulcet tones..

...of an almost 3-year-old fill the house tonight. He is learning to compose music on a plastic shopping cart while attempting to sing in tune. He has found "drumsticks," and he is proceeding to beat on every surface of our home. There is only quiet in my home when he is asleep or has just woken up. And I have to tell you: I LOVE IT!

From his curly head to his above-average feet, he is everything I have ever wanted in a child. He makes up songs as he goes along. He still sometimes speaks in gibberish that only he understands, while trying to convince you that you have to know what he wants. He tries to get the non-fuzzy green bunnies to come out from under the bush where they are hiding because they are scared. He kisses the boo-boos on everyone in the house (some of which he creates) and offers the BEST cuddles (one of which was just offered to me as I was typing this).

He is at times shy and soft, at others loud and rough. He is me at home and his dad in public. He knows the rules and follows them, sometimes. When asked if he is Mommy's Boy, the answer is always a resounding "uh-huh." He usually remembers to say please and thank you. He lives for chicken and "cheese" fries (which do not actually contain cheese). I try to convince him that it is time to go to bed, and he thinks it's time for another round of Fireman Sam. My son is teaching me so much. I learn patience from him. I am normally getting that lesson at 7:05 am when we are running late, and he wants to unlock the car door. I get that lesson when he is saying "Mom" for the seven-thousand, three hundred, forty-second time. We are learning together, and that is definitely the best part!

As I look at him, I wonder how in the world I have been so lucky. What is it that I did in my life that was so deserving of a reward that God gifted me with this child? Whatever it is, I will not question it too deeply and continue to thank Him for the gift.