I want Kisses!

Harrison has been quite the pistol lately. The majority of Harrison's Year Two Reign was full of cute sayings and big hugs and lots of giggles. It had appeared as if we were passing right over The Terrible Twos. However, we're currently gearing up for Terrible Threes! Oh this kid!

Since he is still two for another week and a half, I'll share a few of Harrison's more adorable moments:

After lunch I looked at him and said, "come over here and give me a kiss." He smiled and ran over with kisses for mommy. Then we played a silly Reed Clan game where I tell them to kiss my cheek but when they try, I turn my head so they end up kissing my lips. The girls still like this silly game, and it's become a quirky little tradition. So we played that and giggled for a while. Then Harrison said, "kiss my cheek." I did. Then he said, "kiss my ear." Twist my arm, of course I did! Then he said, "kiss my chin." I'm lovin' this! Then he says, "kiss my nose." Could life get any sweeter?! Then he said, "kiss my booger!" Hold the phone, say what?! He errupted into laughs and I snatched him up and kissed all over his face (minus any boogers!). Moments like that make me feel like a good mommy. (happy sigh)

Yesterday, Harrison was begging for a "candy bar". Really it was a granola bar, but whatever. He had already had a snack, so I told him no. He started throwing a real fit, really screaming it up. I kept calm as I repeated my answer. Then he screams, "But I don't feel better!" I commented that I understood, but that the answer was still NO. Then he screams, "I wanna candy bar! I wanna be happy!" Oh, sweet boy. If only happiness could be found in a candy bar, or in this case, the granola bar he desparately wanted. It got me thinking, though. How often do I throw a fit like that? Maybe I'm not screaming at the top of my lungs, but I can relate. Many times I've fought with God about what I wanted. Maybe you can relate, too. "I want a bigger house, then I'll be happy." "I want a better job, then I will be happy." "I want to sleep through the night, then I will be happy." The truth is that even if these things do bring a measure of happiness, that happiness does not and cannot last. The only thing in this life that offers lasting happiness and satisfaction is Jesus Christ. He is the only joy that does not disappoint, does not leave us feeling empty, and does not fade over time. "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." (Rom. 15:13, emphasis mine)

Enjoy your weekend! And go kiss somebody!