First, Happy Election Day. Chucky Love and I voted Friday, so I'm feeling good about not having any obligations today other than to watch the results roll in. Chuck is much too confident that one candidate beat the other. I certainly won't be surprised when they announce Obama the winner, but I am curious to see how McCain does and I'm very curious to see how the market and the world react to Obama.
Last night I put my sweet babies to bed while Chuck was at Fight Night at the Club (no, he wasn't fighting - just watching). I was exhausted and hungry yesterday so it was no surprise to me that I wanted to go to bed as soon as we got home. Instead, the kids and I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Horton Hears a Who (both originals) after we ate dinner. They were so cute curled up next to me on the couch. I think they were a little tired too. We got upstairs and got ready for bed. I read a Little Critters book called "The New Baby" which enthralled them. Then we climbed into bed and turned down the lights. I sat on Evie's bed to sing her song of choice - Sneaky Snake. Then I sat on Luke's bed and sang his song of choice - Amazing Grace - while he snuggled up close to me and I stroked his hair as his eyelids got heavy. Evie snuggled into her blanket and smiled at me and then yawned a precious yawn.
It was one of those magical moments where you look at your kids sleepy eyes and hear the sweet lullaby you are singing to them and you know it is what motherhood is all about. As I sang, I thought sentimentally to myself, "You will never forget this moment." And then Luke farted. Yup, a big juicy one too that made it sound like he was out camping with the boys. So much for the perfect memory. He then smiled up at me with a sleepy smile, and said, "I love you." So, all was perfect except for the lovely fart that my child gifted me with. Ahhh, boys.