As we laid side by side, and I closed my eyes, I heard a whisper.
"I love you, Mommy."
I opened my eyes to peer at my sweet little man, and I said, "I love you, too, Buddy."
He held my hand (just like I used to do with my mom), and his other arm rested gently against my neck.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
Sometimes, a little boy just needs his mommy.
Today, this mommy just needed her little boy.