"Mom, can you see me? Hi Mom!" That was my wake up call this morning from little Sanders. Except I wasn't in my bed. I was in the shower. And before I knew it I saw two tiny hands and a face pressed up against the fogged glass shower window.
I grabbed my luffa and tried to somehow cover up.
"Hi, Sands, go lay in my bed." It was 6:20 AM. How he was awake and alive with so much energy is one of the mysteries I plan on asking God about.
Sanders refused my offer and decided to play with my make-up brushes instead. I watched him brush away all the dust in the bathtub before realizing I actually needed to use those brushes on my face.
He's a good boy. He is determined, sweet, and rotten.
My favorite moment from today is when he gave Brett a hug and said, "You're the best daddy."