Pure Wuve

We've been running around all morning cleaning up the house and folding a million loads of laundry. I finally sat down and picked up my computer to check my email. Gunnar came up and sat beside me. He's got on a diaper, a dirty pajama shirt top, and his face is smeared with dried ketchup. All of the sudden, he took my hand off the keyboard and held it in his. He looked up at me and said, "I wuve you very much."

You know the time two weeks ago when he puked in my car and last week in my hair and down the front of my gown? Yep, he's forgiven. It's been a rough two weeks around here, I've wanted to run out the door and scream on more than one occasion. And then my two year old comes up and out of the total blue, tells me he loves me.

Moments you live for when your a mom. Small, but hugely significant. Happy Monday!