"Get Sump-ing"

I am so fortunate to be able to stay home with my boys. My husband works hard to make it possible for me to spend just about every waking moment with Mason and Will. However,I do have the option of working some hours with my on-call job at an Assisted Living facility, a position I held onto from the days of being a single mother. That basically means if someone calls in sick or needs time off, they call me. I can take the shift or not take the shift and it gives me lots of freedom and some extra spending cash. 

  I worked the evening shift last night and tonight and I arrived home about 11:30. Mason, as most of you know, does the whole "every other weekend" thing with his dad. I was at work when Matt picked him up. I was at work when he went to bed. I haven't seen him since Friday afternoon and it never gets easier having to share my son. I am blessed that I only have to share him so minimally- and if you knew his father, you would really think I am blessed to only have to share him so minimally. However, I still miss him like CRAZY and it was hard for me to not be home when he came home. 

If ever I do work and come home after he is in bed, I tiptoe into his room and tell him good night. Sometimes he wakes up, sometimes he doesn't. However, I always promise him I will tell him good night when I come home and I keep that promise!

So, tonight...I tiptoe into his room, climb up the ladder on his bunk-bed(he sleeps on top),hug my boy and whisper, "I love you." Tonight, he woke up. My Mason says to me, "Get sump-ing"(translation: something). I ask him what he said, just to make sure I heard him correctly. He repeats, "Get sump-ing." I ask him what I should get. Mason tells me, in a sleepy whisper,  "A kiss," and plants one of his "smoochy kisses" on my lips. He then lays back down and is fast asleep again in seconds. 

  I think I just fell more in love with my beautiful, firstborn son, if that's even possible. That 30 seconds in his room reconfirmed to me how truly blessed I am to have this resilient, sweet-hearted, 4 year old entrusted to me. I love my Mason.

This is a 3 year old, cellphone version of Mason, but peaceful, sleeping boy nonetheless.