I looked across the table at my eager little man. He was nearly bursting with importance. So grown up on his big date with mom.
The scene wasn’t anything Pin-worthy or elaborate. Just a simple coffee shop while we were waiting for sister to be done with cross-country practice. But love was here. I could sense it. I could see it in the twinkle in my boy’s eyes. And I could hear it in the excited strain of his voice as he imparted his wisdom on the difference between the Ford Mustang and Chevy Camaro (things this mama definitely did not know anything about). And it hit me: I’m looking at LOVE.
In that cozy corner of that little coffee shop, I could feel my heart overflowing. And as the thickness and warmth of love oozed over the edges of my heart, I just happened to glance down at my plate. Of course. While listening to car facts and statistics, my cookie had taken on a whole new shape…a crumbly heart.
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