My little one was sad today.

He missed me, and didn’t want me to go. So, instead of having a date of running errands with my husband, I was greeted with my two men when I came out of the dealership.

I’d dropped off the car for routine oil change and work, and came to the van to find a face as bright as the sun smiling back at me.

“Mommy!”

One word conveyed everything. His joy, his utter love and devotion. I felt overjoyed that he’d insisted on coming with daddy to pick me up.

He was a little gentleman the entire time. Holding my hand, hugging my leg.

He ate my sausages at breakfast, calling them hot dogs, lost his mind over a strawberry milkshake, and colored on the kids menu.

He was ecstatic to shop with me at Walmart, and sat proudly upright in the cart, asking to help and paying with the “green button”.

He helped me pump gas, with another giant smile.

We watched a movie at home, and he buzzed around, dancing at the end to the credits,

“Bin me mommy! Bin me!

We spun around to Bad to the Bone, and it was the best Saturday ever.

Today I saw myself through the eyes of my biggest fan, and my heart was full.