My Boy

Will has been melting my heart on almost a daily basis these days.  He is such a wonderful 4 year old, it makes all those tough days of the 2′s and 3′s so worth it.

Yesterday we went to Trader Joes and he got a balloon.  When we were getting out of the car, he let go of it by mistake and the wind whipped it right away.  The look on his face was so tragic, I said the first thing that popped into my head to make him feel better:  “Will,  it’s ok!  Now you can make a wish on the balloon!”

He looked up into the sky, watching his beloved balloon floating away and whispered:  I wish my balloon would come back to me…

And… my heart breaks.  But in a good way.