Happiness is a favorite memory from 10 years ago - -
I'm sound asleep, it's about 4 in the morning, my son (5 at the time) softly pads into the bedroom, walks over to me and quietly gives me a soft kiss on my cheek and whispers, "I love you, mommy" and walks out and gets back into his bed.
I think about that happy memory about once a week & I always choke up.
I'm sound asleep, it's about 4 in the morning, my son (5 at the time) softly pads into the bedroom, walks over to me and quietly gives me a soft kiss on my cheek and whispers, "I love you, mommy" and walks out and gets back into his bed.
I think about that happy memory about once a week & I always choke up.

