My Soren

"Mom, I think God made me for kisses and to be a rock star."

This son of mine gives me the gentlest kisses on my arm or hand or cheek or forehead or leg countless times throughout the day.  He thanks me for meals.  He thanks me for taking him places.  He thanks me for letting him play.  He thanks me the smallest, most insignificant things in his day.  He tells me I look beautiful.  He checks in with me with an, "excuse me, Mom," many times an hour even when he can't think of anything to say after that.  He is a sweet and fragile soul who is still trying to be worthy to be loved forever.  Oh, how I pray I can convince him how amazing and lovable he is even without fibbing about my cooking and good looks!  He is loved forever and ever.  My son.