There is a boy who loves me

There is a boy who loves me. He shows up every morning, before the sun, with a quick rub on the shoulder or a pull on the finger followed by, "Can I play the wii?" Without opening my eyes I know that he is smiling.

Past the mud covered hands, torn pants, and boyish grin there is a boy that will go through thick and thin to make you smile. A boy who would give his own shirt off his back for a friend.

Past his uncontrollable energy outbreaks, past the quest for a new adventure wherever we are, and past the trail of bugs and reptiles that are found in his room, clothes, and pockets there is a boy who desires to do good.

There is a boy who will tell you more often than you tell him that he loves you, a boy who will get up and put your cup of coffee in the microwave for 10 min so that when you get up there is a HOT cup waiting for you.

There is a boy who will run face first into a wall if it makes his little sister laugh.

There is a boy who will dress up and play with littlest pet shop toys to make his big sister have a good time.

There is a boy who at first is not honest will come out with the truth.

Leah had come in and said that Sam had been throwing mud at the house.

"Sam have you been throwing mud at the house?"

"No" was his sheepish response.

"Sam are you lying?"

"Yes"

There is a boy who will follow his dad around and will burst with pride with every smile of approval from him.

There is a boy who has his mother's heart and who has a heart for his mother. There is a boy who loves me and who I love.