My son is watching me blog as he lies in my arms after another excellent vacation day.  A little whining over eating dinner before his creamsicle dessert, but he is a great kid.  Every day, I love him more.  And I love that he still wants to cuddle.  I hope he will always find security in my arms, even when he is a grown-up.  He is the best thing that happened in my life (after meeting my partner, his other mom). 

I yell sometimes and I make him mind his manners and I am not always popular or on his top ten list of favorite people, but I act out of love.  Sometimes I am wrong, but my heart is in the right place.  I hope that he will think of that when he has kids of his own.  Teaching right from wrong, respect and manners are never easy.  But I do it because I love him more than he will ever know.

And with my son in my arms, we end another excellent day.

the end.