Loving Mom

It's no secret that Noah prefers Dad to Mom.  In fact, I'm pretty sure he prefers any man to me.  Case in point: We were in Relief Society at church the other day and he found the ONLY man in the room and went and sat on his lap.  (Side note: this man did bribe him with candy... I'm thinking we need to discuss stranger danger for our next family night.)

Anyway, I digress.

The point is to say that sometimes my little man does still love me best.

 Like when we play the piano together.

Or one day when I left and he sat at the door and cried for a good few minutes, even though Dad was still there.

 And when he has a fever and just wants to sleep next to Momma in her big bed.  

These are the times that make my heart happy.