Life is Good

I am in the kitchen putting away groceries, unloading/loading the dishwasher, wiping counters, folding laundry...you know the routine. All of sudden I hear James fly through my bedroom door and breathe almost panicky. I come out of the kitchen and look up on the walkway upstairs. He gives me a panicked look while grabbing at his pants. I know what that means...he has to pee. He runs down the hallway to the bathroom by his room and quickly goes to the bathroom. Why am I telling all of this? Because I never want to forget some of the few reasons why I love that little guy. First of all, he chooses the bathroom furthest away from him and he waits until the very last second to go to the bathroom. Then while he is peeing, he swipes his brow and says in a Dutchy voice, "Phew, that was a close one!". Then when all is done, he comes out of the bathroom and says, "Mom! The good news is I didn't pee in my underwear. The bad news is...it stopped snowing outside.".

I LOVE it! It makes me smile to think that in his world, that is his good news and bad news. It makes me smile when he runs to the bathroom with such urgency like he doesn't know if he is going to make, as though we have been on a road trip for hours with no bathrooms in sight. The look on his face is priceless. On top of all that, he innocently wipes his brow, speaks sweetly, and then tells me good news/bad news that is so simple and yet so big that is leaves you almost speechless that this tiny little boy of all three years old could in just a matter of minutes, make you realize that life is precious. Life is innocent. Life is simple. Life is good.