Good Mornings

Some days, L is extra cuddly and our goodbye hugs last a few seconds longer. Every day I drop him off at daycare, I kiss the top of his head and say, "I love you. Have a good day."

Most days, he takes his place at the breakfast table, then turns to me. He waves and says, "Bye, Momma," and blows me a kiss. If I'm lucky, I get an "Ah loo."

This morning he didn't want to break our hug. But then one of his good friends Ava called out from the breakfast table "Lucas!" (of course it sounds more like Goo-cas :0) .) She pulled out the chair next to her and pointed to it, saying "Lucas" over and over.

I don't know what it is, but these two little tots definitely have a special place in each other's hearts. These are the same babies that would crawl over to each other from across the room grinning from ear to ear when they were not even a year old.

Lucas sat in the chair next to Ava. I was just leaving the room, certain he had forgotten me already, when he looked up and I got my "Bye, Momma," wave, and kiss.

I love starting my days this way.