Heaven...

JJ and I flew back from my parents' house today. The first flight was fine, but the second I will treasure. We were on a full little Dash-8 for about an hour and a half. And from the time we left the gate until the time the door was opened, JJ was completely sacked out. All 16 pounds of his little frame were draped across my body, with his drooling head sweating on my shoulder. I could barely move, so trying to get a book out of my bag, or flipping through a magazine were really not options. So I just sat there, cramping up, and enjoying being his mom.