... makes me burst with pride daily, but some days - like today - wow, he blows me away.
I've been a little under the weather in the past few weeks, just a sore throat and cold. Yesterday T picked up my germs and woke from her nap with a raging 40-degree temperature.
She was up all night, and so was I, playing Panadol Nurse.
So today while T had a justifiably long nap I told E I was going to lay down a while. He said "OK Mum" and left me to do just that.
About 20 minutes later I hopped up, to be greeted by this sight:
A small boy carrying a tray with a plate of chopped up strawberries, a glass with a flower (dandelion!) in it and a card he'd made all by himself.
I adore the empathy and sensitivity of this child.
What a beautiful boy, what love.