Melt. My. Heart.

A quick story: I'm sick again. So I've been giving Spencer a wide berth this morning... trying to contain my germs. Well, he was behind the couch with his toy bins, entertaining himself (yay!), when I heard:

"Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama"

I asked him a couple of times, "What do you need Spencer?" and "Do you need my help?" and a couple of other questions along those lines to hear:

"Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama"

So, I went to see what he needed. I found him sitting on the floor with the photo album we sent to Korea, open to my photograph. He was pointing at my photo and going "Mama." Then when he felt my presence, he turned around... smiled wide and triumphantly held up the book and said:


While proudly (?) pointing to me.

My sweet, sweet boy.