For the first time EVER, Rudy is old enough to recognize that me getting up in the middle of the night to nurse him is not just 'to be expected and taken for granted'. After the 3rd visit to his room to try to help him feel more comfortable and get to sleep during a coughing bout, I was saying goodnight and Rudy said to me,
"Goodnight, I love you too....And Mommy?"
"Yes?" I said, waiting to hear another request.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." I whispered with a kiss, and treasured those words of gratitude all the way back to my bed and into the morning.
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