Heidi November 29th, 2009
As we pulled into the garage after church this afternoon, Charming turned to me and asked, “Which one of the boys do you want to take inside?”
I paused before answering.
My arms certainly didn’t have a preference of which tasty morsel of cuteness they got to squeeze tight. And I knew that Charming and Snuggles didn’t have a preference either.
So that just left Bubbers.
And I had a feeling that Bubbers did have a preference. A preference that was strong, sudden and likely to change in a couple of hours.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” I finally answered, “Bubbers? Who would you like to take you inside?”
“Mommy,” Bubbers answered.
“Daddy,” he answered again.
“Mommy,” he answered yet again.
“Uh, so who do you want to take you inside?” Charming asked with a chuckle.
“Mommy,” he answered with finality and then quietly added, “You’re my best friend.”
My breath caught in my throat and a smile lit my entire being.
“Awwww,” I said as I scooped him out of his new booster car seat.
He encircled my neck with his little arms and pressed his soft cheek against mine.
“Oh, Bubbers,” I softly spoke, “You’re my best friend, too.”
A couple hours later, I came downstairs after putting the Snuggles-man to bed and sat down to dinner next to the Bubbers King.
“Bubbers said he missed you,” Charming smiled over to me.
“Really?” I said and looked down at Bubbers, “I missed you, too!”
He smiled sweetly and we simultaneously reached out to hold hands while we ate.
Bubbers looked up at me, his long lashes framing his dear eyes.
“Mommy, you’re my best friend.”
“Oh, Bubbers. Thank you…..”
“….. You’re my best friend, too.”