I had a moment tonight.
One of those jab you in the heart and take your breath away moments.
Middle child was putting on a play.
He made a school house out of a tomato box and left a sign informing me that there was a play in the basement at 630pm.
I had lunches to make, a kitchen to clean, a 2 year old to get ready for bed, laundry in the dryer, and sore feet.
I did not want to watch his play.
I am a horrible person.
But I went downstairs at 630pm, huffing and puffing, counting the seconds until I could go do my chores.
I watched as my boy put on his play with a smile from ear to ear.
Using Little People, Monster Trucks and his cardboard school covered in orange paper, he acted out a day at school.
Then he stood up, said "I hope you enjoyed my play" and bowed to his audience of one.
I was his audience.
The only audience he wanted.
Then Princess joined in because clapping and cheering is fun.
His smile grew even bigger.
And at that moment I thought my heart was going to burst because I love this boy with every ounce of my body.
I am so happy I went downstairs.