my favorite little boy in the world

My heart is full - happy, sad, achy, grateful.

It really strikes me how the ACHY feeling comes along even when my kids are being the cutest and sweetest...I feel like watching them at their best sometimes just makes my heart hurt...it just aches that we only get THIS long with them as kids.
And it aches because the 6 year old daughter of a friend of a friend passed away unexpectedly last night, and when my friend called me to tell me about it, I was just speechless. What do you say, what do you do? What on earth could help that mom and dad today as they grieve their daughter's passing away through the night, unexpectedly? Nothing on earth. Only God.
To imagine what I have, then imagine it being swept away from me, it breaks my heart for parents who have experienced that.
And just after I heard that news, I got off the phone and was back into my world - my few hours of the day of just Jack and mom time, and all of the conversations we have and things we do together while the girls are at school.
Jack says some of the funniest things lately, as any kid his age would - he mixes up words, says them wrong, and I don't want to correct him because it's all too cute. But his big questions, oh they reveal so much about his heart and his thoughts, I can't help but share them on Facebook each time he says one that cracks me up or really makes me wonder what's going on in that magnificent head of his. Today he said to me, as we drove home from preschool, "Mom, its really not nice to say 'hey you have an owie, I like that on you.' Is it?"
I said no, Jack, that's not a nice thing to say.
And then in my head I started to pick apart why he'd ask that, or what exactly he means, but he was on to something else - pointing out some alpacas and some barking dogs and birds flying.
And really, he probably just meant his question very literally - that's just nice, to say you like that someone has gotten hurt, I guess. Unless he's talking about when HE gets hurt and I say "well I call that a battle wound, and that's cool, even if you have that forever, it looks cool and now you have a cool story behind that scar/scratch/scab."
I really like this kid Jack. I always tell him "Who's my favorite boy in the world?" And he says "I am, and dad, and our dog Lucky." When he got into the car today and found Lucky in the car waiting for him (a rare treat) he said in a sweet funny voice to Lucky, over and over, "who's my favorite dog in the world, YOOOOUUUUU are, YOUUUU are, yes puppy, YOUUUU are!" just like I'd say to him, and my heart just melted. Lucky's probably did, too.
I told him I thought that was such a nice way to greet his doggy, and Jack said "well mom, who do you think is my favorite girl in the world....YOUUUUUU are, YOUUUUUUUUUU are!!!!!" like he was talking to a little baby.
I just love him. He is a ball of fire and a sweet cuddler and a funny big boy and a teeny baby when he has his feelings hurt, and he still loves to sit in my lap, and he loves to make me happy, and he is easy to reason with, and he is just a sweet person and the perfect mixture of a manly-boyish-caveman-gentleman for me.

One of Jack and my favorite things Woody the doll says: "Like a yodel without a 'Hey Hee Hoo!!!" That can't even begin to describe what life would be like without my babies.

My heart is full, my cup runneth over.