Early this morning, Declan woke up with a giant smile on his face.
“I had the most wonderful dream” he said, with enough wonder in his voice that you’d think he’d just emerged from the rabbit hole. His eyes were still half-closed.
I leaned over him and stroked his hair.
“Really? What did you dream about, sweetie?” I asked.
“I dreamed that daddy was a little kid too.”
Pick your cliche about a mother’s heart, and what I felt in that moment would apply. His dream was so pure, so dear.
After he fell back asleep, his tiny snores erupted into sporadic giggles. Kid daddy must have been a lot of fun.