Just when I really feel like crying - when everything feels like too much.....
I call upstairs to ask Abraham to please come down and bring his plate and cup from the dining room table to the kitchen counter and to put away the ketchup. He calls down, "Ok."
I answer back in a loud and cheerful voice, "Oh, my favorite word!"
As he passes me in the kitchen while putting his dishes where they go, he says, "I like making you happy Mom."
I bend down, knees to the ground and give him a huge hug as tears roll down my cheeks and he says, "I love you."