A sweet moment with Eli. And balls.

This cute little guy is obsessed with balls.  Seriously obsessed!

Anything that is round qualifies as a ball, so he is excited  pretty much everywhere we go.  He looks around the chapel and points at the lights.  "Ball!  Ball!  Ball!"  Or the nobs on his dresser.  "Ball!"  Or the balloons in the grocery store.  "Ball!  Ball!"  You get the idea.

The other night I was putting him to bed.  I always sit in the rocking chair and sing to him for a bit.  He likes to pull the neck of my shirt open so he can press his little cheek up against the skin of my chest.  He was all snuggled up against me, settling down for the night- or so I thought.  In the middle of my song he sat straight up and put his face right up in mine.   "Ball!  Ball! Ball!"  he kept repeating, very excitedly.  I had to giggle a little to my self, and I told him "Yes, honey.  I know you love balls."  Then he was content to rest his head back on my chest while I finished the song.

I wish there was something in my life that got me that excited every time the thought crossed my mind!