What better thing in life is there than sharing a glass of milk with someone you love as you munch on Chips Ahoy together? This morning Eli and I had each had our own stack of cookies (mine much taller than his stack of one) and he was delighted in taking swashy sips of my milk as crumbles of his cookie trailed back into the glass. I didn't mind a bit. The sheer joy in his eyes as he giggled after each gulp was enough to overcome how gross it was that the milk was tainted with chewed up bites.
God has truly blessed me with a wonderful son. Thank you, Lord!
