I live for moments like these

Driving home from my parents’ house on Thanksgiving night, Matthew suddenly spoke up from the back seat.  “Mommy,” he said, “when we get home, I’m going to give you a big, big hug.”

“Oh, that’s so nice, Honey,” I said.  “Thank you.”

And a big, big smile,” he added.

He was actually asleep by the time we got home, so I didn’t end up getting either one.   But it’s the thought that counts … especially when it comes from a four-year-old boy in the backseat, wearing a huge coat over his footed pajamas, beaming at you through the darkness.

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