It's mornings like this -as I am doing my darnedest not to throw-up due to the disgustingness of it all, as I'm grumbling about having to deal with such pleasantries at such an hour of the morning- that the other (and better) part of me speaks up and reminds me just how very lucky I am to have this Babe in my life. Who cares if his fingers are covered in fecal matter? It is my joy and my pleasure to wash those little hands. Those little hands, in another part of today, will be placed around my neck to bring my face into a hug.
And that little mouth -the one screaming in displeasure about having to be washed- that's the one that will smile for me when it's all over. And if I'm lucky he'll give me a kiss.
So, yeah... I was up before the sun this morning, dealing with a stinky mess, but it spells: Mother, and oh how I love, love, love that.