Sometimes, I feel like I am dragging my little man from here to Timbuktu, trying to get errands done, and check things off the list. And then I will get a glimpse of his little face in his car mirror, and my heart just melts. He just rolls with it. Sometimes he smiles at me, or he might be asleep... He is so easy going and go with the flow, and I realize how thankful I am to have those moments with him, even if it's just a quick glance in the mirror. I love my boy!
