Mick was asleep in his room Monday morning, and I was in the room next door. I sneezed, and to my surprise... I heard Mick's sweet voice. "Bless you!" the little voice said.
Blessed, indeed.
The next day, I brought Mick home from his grandparents' house. He walked straight to the TV, and I braced for his customary request to turn on the TV. Instead, he looked up and said, "Papa? Dance!" So I turned on the iPod and we rocked out together, complete with laughing, clapping and the occasional rock star kick.
2 comments:
Scotty, it's so nice to have your input in Mick's Chronicles. He is such a sweet and bright boy! Blessed indeed.
thank you Cannice
he is such a blessing !!!gets his mom to dance and feel the richness of life !!!he is a blessing to all of us
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