Mommy's Happy

Words & Photography
by Laura Blanton



Every night after I put Thurser down for bed and finish picking up dinner, I get Wyatt ready for bed and hunker down with him on the couch to rock him to sleep.

I look down at the little boy nestled in the crook of my arm and there he is: a smile beaming back at me. 

I turn on the TV because he can't fall asleep in the silence; he's super fidgety at first and I work my best to calm him down. After a little while, he settles in and gets quiet and I end up actually watching whatever TV show I've put on while he drifts off to sleep. Inevitably something funny happens and I smile or chuckle to myself at which point Wyatt says, "Mommy's happy!" I look down at the little boy nestled in the crook of my arm and there he is: a smile beaming back at me. He's been watching me -- studying me really -- and is overwhelmed with happiness at then simple notion that I am happy.

I always feel as if though my heart is going to burst. Daily these little boys stop me dead in my tracks and demonstrate God's love, and I could not be more grateful to be their mama and witness it.