Broken Hearted
When I think about my heart being broken I think about bad things. Very. Bad. Things. Yet, there I was, completely torn up, happily so, by my 3yo.
After putting up the tree, DS got the opportunity to play with some knit stuffies. A penguin, a reindeer, snowman, and Santa. His favorites were the penguin and the reindeer. Whom he randomly cuddled, and then threw on the floor, so that they would need to be cuddled again. After one such incident he insisted I cuddle them. He requested that I sing "You Are My Sunshine" to them. So I did. He insisted again. I complied. After about the 5th rendition I told DS I was tired and going to go to sleep. He climbs up to my lap and lays his head on my shoulders with his arms hugging my body. We both pretend to sleep.

After about 2 minutes of this though, I hear him start to sing-to me!
"You are my sunshine,My only sunshine.
You make me happywhen skies are grey!
You'll never know dear,How much I love you.
Please God, don't take my sunshine away!"

Ouch. My heart was full to burst. I have no idea what I did to deserve this sentimental, sweet natured boy, but I do know that it is very hard to pretend to be sleeping with tears running down your face.
Thank you my son shine.