As I put my Elijah to bed, I lay down in the bed with him to see how he is doing. Just to have a little night-time talk.
He says, almost in a whisper, "I like your big, beautiful, blue eyes."
I say to him, "Why, thank you, baby. I like yours too."
It's true . . . my eyes are not blue . . . but, by God, I sure should be able to enjoy the compliments that he gets to hear all damn day, I birthed the child!
So, thank you, baby, for passing some of it on to your mother.