much needed kisses

The picture above is of Brooks and I walking into church...daddy-o is MIA on a business trip so I was flying solo with our little man today. Lately Brooks can't sit still for longer than 10 minutes in Sacrament Meeting (once the first two songs are over, he's done;) and Adam is always so sweet to let me relax and enjoy the meeting while he roams the halls with our boy. Today that little boy and I were late. So after barely getting the sacrament out in the hall, we stayed out on the couches and I tried to simultaneously listen to the talks over the speaker and read him some new books we got just yesterday :)

Did he want to read them? Any of them? Nope. *sigh* He wiggled right out of my lap and was on the run...bee-lining it straight for the drinking fountain, his own little water park. After a few minutes he got tired of that, so off he went. Running all the way around the church (always 10 steps in front of me) until he came back to his beloved little fountain. In between his fountain/hallway run relay he noticed an open door and slipped into the empty children's primary room. He quickly spotted the piano, and began to "play" not-so-reverent accompaniment...yikes. As I carried him out of the room he wiggled and reached with all his might back to the piano, saying "No! No! Noooo!"

To say that my Little B tired this mama out is an understatement...it was only an hour at church, but I was at the end of my rope. Thank goodness there was nursery next :) We headed on in, and of course he stuck like glue to my leg 'til I sat him in his little chair, at the table with the rest of the little kids, and sat right behind him. It was play-doh time. Brooks was happy as could be, using the little rolling pin to smash the clay. And his favorite was when I'd make him play-doh snakes for him to whip around and then tear apart into tiny pieces. Sorry Mr. Snake.

Out of the middle of no where, he turned around with puckered lips, and leaned in for a sweet little kiss. Oh I about melted right there on the floor. I always have to be the one to ask for a kiss, and he gives them to me only half the time...but today was different. He turned around for about 10 more kisses within a 5 minute time period. Smiles from both of us followed each one. And I honestly had to hold back the tears. Pregnancy hormones anyone? Maybe. Or it could've been because my little boy somehow knew that I desperately needed those kisses...today he had been more challenging than normal, I must have had less patience, and I was missing his daddy a lot. But those kisses fixed it all.

That sweet boy of mine fell asleep on the way home from church...he was more than ready for his nap. And so am I. Sweet dreams and Happy Sunday :)

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Spiritual Health:

I read this as soon as I got home and it was just what I needed.

"Because She Is a Mother" by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland