In my self-pity, I started to cry. Without prompting or coaxing, Asher put down his book and leaned in to give me a kiss. It was my absolute favorite moment. When I smiled and laughed, he looked so pleased with himself for figuring out that Mom could use a love.
I've had my babe here for barely over a year, but I can already tell he has a gracious heart, and I love it.
This post is part of a 31-day series on gracious living. You can find the other posts here.