Mom, You're Pretty
Hey Babe!
I was outside watering dead spots on the lawn while Joshua was in the pool. He was waiting patiently for me to be through with the hose so he could play with it.
"Are you done?" He asked over and over again.
"Almost" I kept answering but also kept finding dry spots.
"Mom!" He calls out to me in a different tone, but demanding my attention.
"Almost." I repeat, in the "mother tone."
"No, mom. It's not that." He says in frustration.
I turn to face him. His little face, smashed with goggles and a nose plug, is bobbing out of the deep end.
"You're pretty." He says.
"What?" I wasn't expecting that!
"I wasn't asking about the hose." He confesses. "I was saying you're pretty. "
This reminded me of you. I'm in no way pretty today but he saw something pretty as he watched me water the lawn in my pajamas in the middle of the day.
That's when you'd always compliment me too. When I'm a hot mess. Do you want to see what he was looking at?? ð
