Under the Door

At the top of the stairs in our house there is a half-door. The people who lived here before us must have installed it for their grandchildren, because I can't see any other reason to have it except to keep kids from tumbling down the stairs. One day (Wednesday, Jan 23), Eli was upstairs and I went downstairs to get something and closed that half-door just in case he would try to follow me down. When I came back upstairs I could hear him crying because he was sad that I had left him. He was sitting near the top of the stairs and I looked under the crack of the door and started calling his name. At first he couldn't figure out where my voice was coming from, but once I stuck my fingers under the door he put his face down there and started smiling, laughing, and sticking his fingers under to try to reach me. It was so cute. I just can't say enough how much I love and adore this precious little guy!!! He makes every day worthwhile and brings sweetness to activities that, without him, would just be mundane and boring. I am so grateful to be his mommy.