Kamden made a wish on a falling star (insert Jack vehemently clarifying that there are no such things as falling stars, only meteors and meteorites) awhile ago. As Christmas came closer, he commented on several occasions that his wish still hadn't come true.
We kept reminding him that sometimes wishes take time to come true and to be patient. With Christmas coming, we assumed that the wish of a five year old would involve a toy or movie.
Were we wrong or were we wrong.
The day before New Year's Eve, as we solidified our plans for the big night, I commented that it would be a late night. That's where Kamden yelled out, "That's my wish! I wished that I could stay up as late as Mommy and Daddy!"
Let's all pause to so I can drink up the pure sweetness that is my youngest son.
Okay, moving on.
And he did indeed stay up as late as us. We celebrated at 11pm because that's when the ball drops in Times Square in our time zone. And by midnight we decided it was time to go home to bed (read: Mommy was about to turn into a pumkin).
As he gave me his last hug for the night, he said, "Mommy, can I sleep in tomorrow?"
I chuckled, and looked at the innocent face of my sweet boy and said, "I certainly hope so."
(Really more for his safety than anything - Momma needs her sleep.)