He held my hand.
And told me that he loved me.
And said that it was the best day he'd ever had.
And I about cried. Because yesterday might just have been one of the best days I've ever had, too.
I'm with my little men. All.The.Time. And as much as I adore every single one of them and love their little personalities and their funny selves, nothing can be said for hanging with them one-on-one. And it just doesn't happen....very often at all. Unless you count the occasional trip to WalMart when I'm lucky enough to only have to keep up with one kid instead of three, but I hardly would describe hanging out in the aisles between the green peas and shampoo as quality.
On Tuesday, the whole family ventured to Silver Dollar City, the themepark of all things hillbilly and old-timey. Think corn-cob pipes, holes in your britches, and dancing saloon girls. We had a great time getting Jim-Dad on rides that blew his mind (quite literally, sometimes!!), eating over-priced food, and squishing through the park in wet tennis shoes and slippery flip flops.
We had such a great time, in fact, that we decided to make good on our season passes, and head back for Round 2. But by Wednesday morning, everyone had dropped out except for Keaton and me. I felt slightly hesitant about taking off for a day of romping around whilst leaving the younger two rascals with my mother, but soon got over that and headed out.
And I'm so glad we went. Because we had the best time together.
Keaton giggled at me when I was dripping from hair to toe nail from riding the WaterBoggon for the 4th time. We discussed the all-importance of knowing the difference between StormTroopers and CloneTroopers (which I still do not, by the way). We gorged ourselves on funnel cakes and mountain-sized chocolate chip cookies. I listened as he told me about how he still thinks girls are gross. He snickered at me for screaming like a schoolgirl on the WildFire. And I so thoughtfully didn't bring up the fact that I was the one that had to BRIBE him to get on the ding dang roller coaster in the first place. And I smiled from ear-to-ear when he announced to the strangers riding a ride with us that he was "hangin' with my mama. Just me and her. No brothers." And we laughed. A lot.
And he held my hand.
And I couldn't help but want to scoop him up and snuggle him. Because in just a few years he'll be a teenager. And he'll be walking around themeparks holding his girlfriend's hand. And he'll leave me at home. With the brothers.
A beautiful day.
With my little man.
Oh, for a million more just like it.