Date night.

Logan, is my baby. The last born child of our family.  With this fact I hold onto and cling to everything he does as I realize I will never witness this stage again with another child.

I've mentioned before that Logan is our helper. He loves to help and most often, we don't even have to ask him.  He just wants to be around what we are doing and involved in it someway-somehow.

Today turned out to be a surprised blessing and Logan and I got to spend the night together, just the two  of us for a few hours.  

After picking him up from daycare, I asked what he wanted to do tonight and informed him that it would be just the two of us for a few hours.  His first few thoughts were:  we could ride our bikes, play outside, shoot stuff, maybe eat at McDonalds and could he get some turkey jerky. 

So, we agreed to have some dinner first and went to the local Burger King.  

Did I mention that Logan melts my heart sometimes? 

We order, he picks our spot with two chairs by the window, takes off his jacket and then pulls out  my chair cause "it's kinda stuck behind the other one."  Sigh...

We sit down and he decides that he wants both ketchup's that I had already gotten but he tells me..."don't worry Mommy, I get you one."  I start to tell him that he's not going to be able to reach the little cups or the ketchup spout but then stop myself.......... I need to let him figure out how to do things on his own and don't want to constantly be telling him he can't do anything because, well, he's short.  

This little 4 year old boy, with no fear, walks up to the condiment table and grabs a little cup that someone had left out that he could reach.  Then asks a man who was getting his own ketchup if he could get some ketchup for him cause his Mommy needs some.  The man looks over and gives me a smile and I smile back, both of us enjoying the thoughtfulness and politeness of this little boy.  I hear Logan say, "thank you" and he walks back to the table with my ketchup, sits down and says....

"What kind of stuff should we shoot when we get home?"

Oh, my Logie Bear...you just melt my heart.