Homeward bound

We leave tonight for one of my favorite cities: Seattle. And one of my favorite places on earth: home. Where I grew up and where my entire family and many friends still reside. I can't wait to see them, although, once you have a baby, and he is the first grandson on both sides of the family, you are so second tier.

Here is an example:

Me: Hi. We will be home on Thursday night at 7.

Everyone in Seattle I love either connected to me by DNA or friendship: OH! We can hardly wait to see you and JohnnyMac your little man. (Also known as the Little Prince of Georgia).

Me: And we can't wait to see you.

Everyone: Oh you'll be here? Awesome! I have a little something for you our favorite person in your family. I found a present/new toy/new pjs/new jeans/a baseball glove/an electric guitar/a car/a pony that he JUST had to have.

Me: And I hope you have cocktails for the adults at this party.

Thankfully I am bringing my laptop because while my family is so busy fighting over who gets to spend the most time with me playing with our son, I will be blogging from the West Coast.

But our little man is awesome. He is both charming and smart. Here is why everyone who has ever known me would now rather spend time with our two year old:

Last week, our Little Man was playing on his drumset before we left for school. (Merci, to my older brotehr for such a super quiet toy). I told Little Man we had to go.
He said, "I'm just playing the beat, Mommy. "

I applauded his efforts and told him we still needed to leave.
He said, "No Mommy, I just need to play the beat. I have a song in my soul."

A song in my soul? Our son is TWO. Technically, 2. 5. My eyes actually welled up a bit and I wanted to tell him he was a FCKING ROCK STAR but that is not appropriate AT ALL so I settled for giving him a big hug.

He moved me.

And it reminded me of one of my birthday gifts last month. This gift was all my son's idea.

This is when you feel overwhelmed with love for another person, especially when that person is part of you.

Precious boy.

And yes, Little Man, you do have a song in your soul. And I love that you are so loved.