He wanted me to read it over and over again. I got so sick of it that one afternoon I "misplaced" the book in the closet. It was put right next to the popcorn vacuum like toy that his grandma gave him. (those things are so loud! with three kids 3 and under I could only take so much noise. . .)
Little Boy D, the newest edition to our family, walked up to me the other day and calmly asked,
"Are you my mommy?"
I looked at him and replied, "Yes, when you live with me I am your mommy."
He had a little smile and he walked away so I guess I said the right thing this time.
Oh, he still feels more comfortable calling me Susan with a drawn out "A", from a bit of a Filipino accent acquired from his last foster mom, but he knows who I am.
~Susan
there will be your heart also.
Luke 12:24