So Far So Good

Eric retrieved Jackson from his crib this morning and plopped him in between us at about 8 a.m. Within a few minutes, Jackson's arms were tightly woven around my neck and his face was smushed against my forehead.
He kept squirming for a comfortable spot while mumbling "Here we go, mama ... here we go ... here we go ... " repeatedly until he found it.
Eventually after the twirling tornado of toddler had settled, his face was in my face, a pacifier was lodged in my eye and I could barely breathe.
He dislodged one arm from my neck, patted my back and asked, "How was your day, mama?"

Before suffocating, I managed, "Well, it's only been about 15 minutes long, but so far it's been great."

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