Raising Bergen Can Be So Sweet

What I like about raising my boy Bergen . . .

Seeing him walk out of the grocery store holding a bright bouquet of flowers.  That wildy enthusiastic four-year-old approaching me with his fist outstretched.  “These are for you, Mommy.”

Listening to Kevin explain how the idea of purchasing the flowers was completely Hawkeye’s own.  And that his little grubby boy hands carried the cellophane wrapped, brightly dyed flowers throughout the entire grocery trip. 

And all the random times that this little guy just slides up beside me, reaches for my hand and says, “You look pretty today Mommy.”

How at night, after I tuck Berg into bed and am leaving his room, he makes a little attention-getting sound.  And when I turn around to look at his sleepy little self, one hand is curled around the thumb stuck in his mouth but the other hand is reaching into the air, shaping the sign “I love you”.

He’s a keeper, that one.