Heaven Sent

Son, you are heaven sent, but sometimes you can really test your mommy’s and my patience.

• You make a mess of the living room.
• You mess up your books almost immediately after we’ve organized them.
• You dial random numbers (once, you dialled 911!) on our phones.
• You walk without slippers.
• You pressed the reset button on my PC while I was writing this entry!
• You tear up pages of your books and try to put little pieces in your mouth.

The list goes on and on and on…

And then you flash that adorable smile and your mommy and I immediately forget what you just did. You also always seem to know when your mommy and I are frustrated with your naughtiness. When you realize this, you just walk towards us and say “mommy” or “deedee” or just about any gibberish you can think of and it somehow ends up melting our hearts and we forgive you instantly.

You are heaven sent, Mikey, even though sometimes you are such a little devil! We love you very much.