Captured...

One of my very favorite times of the day is when I tuck Jac in at night.

Each night he talks while he gets his pj's on, he talks while he's supposed to be brushing his teeth ;), he talks while he's using the bathroom, and he chats up a storm as he crawls up into bed.

But the minute he hits that bed, something magical happens in this little guy's heart. Something so precious that each night I am held captive by a flood of love for my little man.

As he's talking, he scooches himself down under his blanket. He places his beautiful black head just so on his dinosaur pillow, pulls the blanket up around his chin, closes his eyes, and smiles. Not any smile, but a smile of deep, deep contentment.

As I stand there in the hazy glow of the night, tucking those covers round that precious, grinning face, I kiss him. I feel his the curly lashes of his eyes and his radiant smile and I kiss him. Again and again. He snuggles in so sweetly. Sighs ever so softly. I plant soft, tender butterfly kisses all over the curves of face.

I can't help myself.

My heart leaves my body and I am washed away by this love.

Oh how this little boy has captured my heart! He is boisterous, loud, whiny, goofy, huggy, loud, and at night it all wraps up into one precious, precious package.

Now matter how bad or hard my day has been, tucking in my baby always makes everything right again and I can't help but leave his room knowing that this is exactly what God had planned.

I am so thankful. :)