This morning, I woke up at 6:30, snuggled next to a certain blond haired little boy. The thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the house, and the rain began splattering against the pane.
Son Number Two moved his head closer to my body. He clung to his blue blanket and his monkey, Coco.
I peered over at him and he said, "Coco is afraid, Mommy."
I told him, "Coco doesn't need to be afraid. It's storming outside, not in here."
His eyes shone with fear, and I wrapped my arms around him bringing him comfort. He looked at me with his huge blue eyes, and smiled showing his rows of baby teeth. If this moment could last forever, I thought.
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