Yesterday...
We were running late on the way to my doctor's appointment (as usual), and the car was dangerously low on gas. We stopped at the nearest gas station to fill up. I was being generally pissy and bossy, uncomfortable and irritated that we always seem to end up late to appointments lately, even when I try to get everyone up early so that we can leave on time.
Damien asked me if I needed anything on his way in, and I responded with something like "UghsdjkdjkvnskjcdhjHURRYUPPLEASE".
He was in and out of the station in a few seconds, and began pumping the gas.
Suddenly, he was at my window with the biggest smile on his face.
"Look!" he whispered.
A bug had landed on his hand.
"What is it, a firefly?" he whispered.
He opened the back door to show Dexter. After he let Dex examine it for a minute, he closed the door, finished pumping the gas, then made sure that the bug flew off to safety. He did all this with the biggest, child-like smile on his face.
I couldn't possibly be in a bad mood after that.
He makes me so happy just by being himself.
I love him.
