Precious Moments.

Every evening Michael helps me cook by washing any leftover dishes and by pouring water from one can into another. I'm not sure how the latter of the two helps, but to Michael it seems to make a difference.

I got a little sad watching him giggle about stacking the cans of water because I know that in ten years it won't be funny to him anymore. I'll probably have to use my motherly leverage to get him to help with the dishes.

It's funny how the little things, like playing in a faucet get to you sometimes. I wanted to freeze a little bit of time this evening. Each moment with him is so precious.