By now, many of you have noticed that I paint a lot of pictures about mothers and children, primarily babies. I don’t think there is anything more beautiful, amazing, precious, delicious-smelling, soft, and snuggly than a little baby. I will expand that to say that I also love baby animals; kittens, puppies, ferrets, you name it, I love it, especially in baby-form. Baby toes are like little sausages…you just want to eat them up!!! Not literally of course, but seriously, I want to kiss those little precious nuglets of goodness. You can’t really do this once babies start crawling/walking, as then they no longer remain clean, and, well being a germaphobe, it just ain’t happening. For some reason, this brings me back to when my kids were very little, probably 4 & 5 years-old. It was Father’s Day and they had brought my husband and I breakfast in bed. It was simply a bowl of cereal for each of us (I love cereal…hello!!!…who doesn’t love a good bowl of Cap’n Crunch?!), they brought up two bowls of cereal and two spoons…it was a precious moment. The look on their precious, cherubic little faces was priceless. They were so proud that they had done this all on their own…yes they did. I’m not going to lie…being a germaphobe, I am always concerned about whether someone has washed their hands before handling something that I am eating, or after shaking hands, etc. I wanted to enjoy my bowl of cereal that my precious littles had prepared for us…but I let my husband take the first bite, since it was Father’s Day. He did so, and of course, raved about how delicious it was, and how he especially loved it because it came from them. I went to take my first bite, when I saw that my husband had a puzzled look on his face and hear him utter, “where did you get these bowls?”….I slowly put my spoon back in the bowl, as they answered “the dishwasher”…which, of course we were both realizing contained dirty dishes, hence the film of grit that he had scraped upon while gathering a spoonful of cereal. There was also remnants of something on the spoons, the likes of which, I didn’t want to even guess what it could be. We laughed and “ate” our cereal (and when I say “ate our cereal”, I mean, we pretended to eat our cereal and then dumped it out when the kids weren’t looking). It is one of those funny moments that you laugh about with your kids when they are older and can find the humor in it all. It was such a precious moment. It wasn’t about the cereal, or dirty bowls & spoons…it was about the love that was demonstrated when our precious babies thought about us on that special day. There are many other precious days like this, but this is one is one of my favorites, as it was when we were still a strong family unit. There is nothing more precious than that. While my husband and I divorced, we each still experienced many other loving moments with our kids. I watch my son with his kids and see the love that he has for them. I know he will have many memories of dirty cereal bowls filled with love, and that makes my heart full and realize the many blessings I have in my life.