This morning after breakfast while I lingered at the table indulging in a few friends' blogs, Colin crept up and longingly asked:
"Mommy, can I sit on your lap, just for a minute?"
My heart melted as I pulled him up, acutely aware these moments will fast disappear in the coming years.
Once on my lap he laid his head on my shoulder, gave me a quick hug, and then impishly reached for my glass of orange juice and drained it to the last drop.
Then as a peace offering, he serenaded me with "I've been workin' on the railroad".
I love my boys.