The last few mornings my three-year-old, Tanner, has come into our bedroom, climbed up onto the foot of the bed, and performed a flying body slam on me as I sleep. He then gives a wet kiss to the side of my head and says, "Wate up Daddy, it time to go woolk [work]."
Words fail to describe how cute this is. It also makes me sad thinking that before I know it my three boys will be too old and too cool for this kind of playfulness. I'm so blessed to have these little guys, no matter how difficult it can be sometimes.
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