Today as been a crazy, eventful day. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thrilled that it was almost bedtime! But, that's life. You have to take the crazy days with the good days. He might've given me a run for my money today, but I'm so glad he's mine! I thank God for him every single day. I can't help but think of how boring my life would be without him. And, he's been a saving grace after all I've been through. The situation sucks. It hurts in ways that only someone who's been through a similar situation can truly understand. But, one of the positive things is that it's made us even closer. He really is a sweet kid. Definitely more side-kick than super-villain. He's fiercely protective when he thinks someone's hurt my feelings. I remember when my marriage was coming to an end. He was a year and a half old at the time. And even at that young, he knew something was going on. He absolutely refused to let his father come anywhere near me. He would shove us apart and start crying hysterically if he thought his daddy was too close. And to this day, no one can grab me and jokingly say "This is MY mama!" without getting a full-on war. He's always telling me how much he loves me, that I'm "bootiful", and that he's "gonna keep me safe and 'protek'" me forever. He holds my hand when he sits next to me. In a way, he's more my superhero than I am his. We're a team... And we're completely fine conquering this world on our own, if we have to :) Any boy can make a baby, but it takes a real man to raise a child. Real men don't throw their families away.
If this entry didn't come out quite as "poetic" as some of the others, I apologize. I've been discovered, and all I can see next to me is a bouncing blur that's shouting "PHINEAS AND 'FUHB"!" (<---Sometimes, he thinks he's British), "OOH! LOOK AT THE BOUNCY 'FING'!", and "CAN I 'PWEASE' HAVE A FEW MORE COOKIES?!?!" (To wich the answer is a big, fat NO!")... And it's made it really difficult to concentrate on writing :P