My Heart

My heart. A gift to me. From my son.

His Grandma helped him cut it out and stuff it. She let him sew the edges on her sewing machine. He kept the secret that at times seemed to want to bubble right out of him. He would say, "Mommy, I made you a Christmas present but I'm not going to tell you what it is". He was so proud to give it to me.

My heart. My heart pillow. It now has a permanent residence on our couch in our family room. I want to see it every day as I walk by. Every day as I enjoy the comforts of spending time with my family in that room. Every day I will see it and smile when I think of my baby boy. Growing up right before my eyes. And as much as I love every new stage that he enters, it is a little heartbreaking at the same time. Everyone says it but it is true, "They grow up so quick". Too quick. I love you my honey bunny!!!!