God, I love him.

I had a rough morning. I rolled out of bed just in time to Couch to 5k it to the bank to deal with bank issues, very stressful. I barked at Ethan nearly the whole time. I couldn’t handle his questions, stopping, complaints. When he skinned his knee, I gave him a quick hug of empathy but that was about the best “mom” he saw all morning.

He’s been so great though today. Helped me load the dishwasher, put on Lost when I told him I was tired of Backyardigans. (It’s a workday for me. Which means, unfortunately, a little extra Tube viewing happens.)

And right now he is laying down on the rocker couch in my room with a blanket over him. He is hiding under it and says he is going to take a nap. I heard him whispering a prayer.

Not to mention, this was the part of the prayer I heard:

“Dear Jesus…. *whisper, whisper* … boat tomorrow …. *whisper, whisper*… oh and a lollipop – IF (he added the emphasis on the “if”, people!) I listen to mama. AMEN.”

He breaks my heart. I don’t deserve his love.

P.S. After the prayer, he sat quiet for a minute and proceeded to question me about the whereabouts of E.T. Does he live on the moon or the stars? Is he from OUR outer space? So then he lives HERE? etc. Could this get any cuter?