On Weds we went to church. The sermon was about kids forgiving their fathers. I got pretty teary thinking about my boys and how their bio-dad has been non-existent in their lives, and how I hope they can forgive ME for not having the most stable life up until the last year (based on my crappy relationship track record).
Okay, to be honest, I sobbed. I didn't mean to...it just all poured out. I was having a God moment. I've recently married the most wonderful man, and he is the BEST dad to the boys...but that doesn't take away the past, you know? So I was just praying that my boys could forgive me.
My youngest (almost 10) was sitting to my left and, after watching me leaning against my husband, scooted in close to me and leaned against me.
My love language is physical touch. I can't tell you how much it meant to me that my son was able to love on me using my love language. ♥
Later, he came into the kitchen and just put his arms around me. Didn't say a word. Then an "I love you, mom." before bed.