Dancing with E
I was listening to music and making dinner tonight when E, my 3 year-old, ran into the room and jumped into my arms. He had something to tell me.

E: Mama, I’m going to be a big man someday.
Me: You’re going to be a man someday?
E: Yep.
Me: I know that you’re going to be a big man. Will you dance with me when you’re a big man?
E: Yes.
Me: Like we’re dancing now?
E: Uh-huh.

So we danced around the kitchen for a minute and I thought how great it will be to dance with my grown-up son someday. Somehow, though, I think that there will be less giggling and neck sugars when we dance in the future….but I’m sure that it will be great in its own way.

I’m going to be surrounded by tall blonde men someday. Everyday, the realization sinks in a little deeper. Now I have to just remember to fight the good fight so that they will hopefully be men that I want to be surrounded by.