Found under some toys on Isaiah's bedside shelf tonight:
I asked about it and he shrugged and told me that it was just a "reminder note" that he'd written to himself during the week of Deanna's birthday.
"Because I knew you might feel sad and that you'd need an extra hug." And you know what? He gave me the most tender hugs that entire week. Big ones. Tight ones. He truly did.
That boy. He's been here before, I tell you. He has.
I think I'm going to write myself a few of those reminder notes for people this week. I think I am.
Now playing on my mental iPod. . . . .what my son seems to know intuitively that sometimes I forget. One of the most beautiful songs ever recorded. . . .thank you, Mr. Stevie Wonder. And thank you, too, Isaiah.