Every night, I pray over my kids. Amber, usually when she is asleep, but Alex LOVES to hear his "blessing" he calls it. I pray the same thing every night. "Lord please protect my son, give him direction early in life, speak clearly to him about what it is you want him to do here on earth, have him long to walk close to you, may he rise up to be a man of dignity and respect, with a good name. May he be a Godly husband, and bring him a good, Godly wife that will serve him and his family with pride Lord.."
And that is where he interrupts me every time. "You're going to be my wife Mommy".
He has asked me to marry him several times. I always tell him he can't marry his Mom, but he never stops asking. He is definitely 'in love' with me, and I am definitely his most favorite girl in the whole world, but he has yet to decipher the difference between love, and love.
I receive more compliments from my son than from anyone....ever...including my husband. As I nod off on the couch, when he wakes up from his nap, as I feel a little hand on my face, I hear a whisper....."Your so pretty Mommy". When I wake him up in the morning, his first words are..."I had a great dream about you Mommy, I kissed you four times".
I have to say that the statement holds true that a sons love for his mother is like nothing else. I'm going to soak it up while I can, before he falls in love with someone else one day....and then I'll kill her.