A couple mornings ago Gavin came into my room very early. This actually happens quite commonly, but that's a whole other subject. He climbed into bed with me, laid quietly for a while (as if in deep thought) and then asked, "Mommy, when I get big, can my name be Tristan?"
What a sweet moment. I've filed it away in my subconsciousness so that I can recall it each time one of my children is poking, teasing, fighting, tattle-telling, bickering, or hitting one of my other children.
It was a very sweet moment; and yes, I think of it about a hundred times a day.
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