Every week I keep telling myself to write. To write it all down, before I forget. But somehow time creeps on me and then it’s run out. For now, I just have a few words I’d like to say.

My son is better than me. He really is. He’s the type of guy to notice when someone needs a hug. The first one to help out with his baby cousin, Graham. The person you could find in a room and he’d offer you a smile. He is forever loving (always wanting ago snuggle), happy (always ready for a tickle party) and he genuinely has the biggest heart out of anyone I know. 

I wish I could be more like him. I know that I’m not blessed enough to possess these qualities. But, I am aware that I want more for him. It’s hard work creating someone better than you, but it is so important to me. 

Every night when I tuck Braden into bed, we whisper to each other that we love each other and we’ll see each other when the sun wakes up. Lately, he’s been wanting to come into my bed in the middle of the night. I’ve been blaming it on the fact that it’s been so cold. But I think he just wants the snuggles… ☺️ To help him stay in his bed all night, I tell him when he hears Papa he can come in my room. But like clock-work at 4:30am I wake up to Braden saying.. “Papas awake now. Papas awake now.” 

I quickly run into his room, scoop him up and away we go back into my warm bed. We snuggle for 30 seconds before he knows that he has to sleep on his own pillow. 

I don’t know what it is lately, but he just want to sleep on top of me or in the crook of my arm. It could be the cold, or it could not be? I don’t really know. But, I do know that I want to make more of an effort to just let it be. I can see these snuggles slowly fading away, and I know that I will miss it so dearly. 

He’s so loving and I hope it stays forever. But what I hope for more, is that I learn to be more loving like him. 

Who knew you could strive to be more like your own kid?!