Sweet Dreams

One of the things I love most about my son (Hmm, I wonder how long it will take to get used to saying that) is that he is so cuddly. I'm told that he's been that way since he was born. Collin has been at the orphanage since he was about a month old.

One night during our last visit, Collin woke up at about 2:00 in the morning. Now I can't imagine that much happens when you wake up in the middle of the night in an orphanage. Especially in an orphanage with 68 other kids. I was curious to see what he would do, and if there was a particular way he comforted himself. Side note... if you know me, you know that my emotions, ALL of them, are in some way attached to my tear ducts, keep that in mind while I share the next part of the story. I could see Collin sit up next me in the bed and look around him. Then I felt his little hand pat my cheek. Bring on the water works. I did manage to whisper "Mommy's right here" before the flood started. With that, Collin crawled back onto my chest, nestled his head into my throat and went back to sleep. Being a mommy is AWESOME!