FINALLY!!!!

Each night, when Braedon goes to bed, I give him a kiss and hug and walk him to his room. He watches a little movie and then we turn his TV and light off. He sometimes complains, but most nights just turns over in his bed and goes to sleep, usually holding one of his toys.

Last night started out much the same as all the others. I layed beside him for a few minutes and rubbed his back. When I left he was starting to fall asleep, or so I thought.

I was pretty tired myself and headed to my room to watch Top Chef and then go to sleep. As I began to get comfortable I heard Dean say "Braedon, what are you doing up?" The little guy walked into my room and crawled up on my bed. He got under the covers beside me and gave me a slight smile.

He could stay. ;-)

Dean turned the light off and left Braedon and I to watch Top Chef and snuggle. Braedon turned his head toward me and we layed there for a few minutes with our foreheads touching. I reached over and held his hand. When I moved my hand, he put his back in mine and held on. We layed there for awhile, foreheads touching and holding hands. I was watching Top Chef and not watching him.

That's when I heard the most beautiful word a mother can hear. He softly and clearly said, "Mom. Mom" I turned and looked at him. He smiled really big and squeezed my hand.

As tears were just coming down my face I told him I loved him and he fell asleep.

The neat part of this story is Braedon never calls me mom. He never says mom. He yells at me and points at things, but I never heard my son say that most wonderful of words, MOM. He did last night. The best night.