He'll Always Take Care of Me

I love having a little boy. Luke is my confidant, helper, friend, cuddler and can make me laugh in an instant. Every stage of a child's life is magnificent in its own way, but for me, I really enjoyed Luke being 3. He says the cutest things and is unbelievably witty.
When Bill's not around, he is THE man of the house, and he takes that job very seriously. Friday morning, we were cuddling in bed after Bill had left for work. I love my cuddle times with Luke. At one point, he turned my face towards him, put his hand on my back and whispered, "Mommy, I'll always take care of you."
At that moment, Luke could have had whatever he wanted.
Oh, you want ice cream for breakfast, honey? Sure!
How many movies would you like to watch today? You choose!
I melted. I crumbled. I was putty in his hands. And for that moment, I believed him. I still believe him. I must be doing something right if he wants to always take care of me.
I'm sure his future wife will LOVE me. "Oh, honey, I'll be late for supper. Mom needs me." Yep, she will adore me.
I'm sure I'll have to remind him one day of his words, but for now, I am loving every minute.