"MAMA!" screams the boy from his bed at the crack of dawn this morning."MAMA!" he yells again because I haven't yet registered that it's time to wake up.
Groggy and stuffy-headed from a week of the am-I-going-to-be-sick-or-not's, I stumbled into the hallway just as he's coming out of his room. His eyebrows are all crinkled. He looks very serious. Very concerned.
"What is it, baby boy?" I mumble. "Are you alright?"
"Mama, I just wanted to know if you were feeling better this morning." And he hugs my leg.
I could never feel this great again. :)
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