Today I'm pushing the rewind button and reminiscing of a day back when I was eating for 2.....or 3......or 4. There was nothing special about this particular day, at first. It was just another day. I wobbled a little more, my shoes fit a little tighter and all I could think about was, "Am I ever going to see my feet again?" But, there was a moment in those 24 hrs. that made me forget about how miserable I was feeling and made me stop and appreciate the blessing that God had brought my way. Brad and I had stopped to grab a bite to eat.......or 2.....or 3 and on one of my MANY trips to the ladies' room I witnessed LOVE in it's purest form. A little boy walked in with his mommy. They were on a mission - a potty training mission. The mother was helping him do his busy in a very patient sort of way. After he finished doing what he had to do, he stopped and said "Mommy, I love you." By the sound of his voice you could tell she was a very good mommy. My heart, right then and there (out of all places), turned to putty. One day I was going to hear my very own little boy say those 4 precious little words to me. Well......once again my heart is nothing but a BIG glob of putty. Last week, for the first time, Mason told me "Mommy, I love you." I had heard him say he loved me before, but this time it was different because it came out of the blue and straight from his heart. I know there will be days when he won't be able to stand the sight of me. Let's face it. Those days are just inevitable, but I will always remember the first time I heard him say those 4 precious little words and that moment will always be a piece of me.