Leftovers

There was a moment today when I glanced down as I was sitting at my desk and noticed splatters of sweet potato dried to my leg. I then realized they probably weren't the only "leftovers" from Corban's lunch I had on me. Sure enough, a little carrot in the hair and some drool on my shoulder. Yes. I'm Corban's mom. I know it may seem kind of "icky"... but I loved the little bit of lunch I brought to work with me. It brought a smile to my face as I thought of my goofy little boy trying to gurgle with his mouth full, then laughing so food splattered out all over me then sucking on my shoulder as I handed him to daddy so I could go back to work. I love those "icky" precious moments.