Big E was sprawled across my side of the bed when I got out of the shower this morning. His head was resting on my pillow, inches from his sleeping daddy. He shot me a huge grin and I climbed into the bed next to him.

Good morning, Handsome Pants.

Good morning, Mama. 

How’s my favorite big boy doing this morning?

Good. 

Will you always be my boy?

No, one day I will grow up and I won’t live with you anymore. 

Oh, well after you move away can I call you sometimes? 

Well, you can’t call me your boy. You can call me YOUR MAN!!

He topped it off with a huge hug around my neck and a kiss on my cheek.

Thanks, little fellow. You made my day.