I’ve got to gush about my boy for a minute. Sorry not sorry.
Last night, he had a nightmare about wolves eating him and crawled into my bed. I allowed it, and we cuddled for a bit. He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I told him to think about something else. I asked him, “What is your favorite thing?” He replied, “You.”
This morning, we were running late and so I threw on leggings, a tee, cardigan, and hat. I didn’t even shower. I ran into his bathroom to help him brush his teeth and he goes, “You look great!”
I love him so much.