My sweet baby boy

I have to share a great story. Last week, the stomach virus and I got into a fight ... I lost ... really bad. I felt horrible one day when I left work. As soon as Jacob and I got home, I put him down for a nap (as I always do), and I went straight to bed. He woke up about an hour and a half later. I got him and put him in the bed with me because I still did not feel good. Clay was at practice, and not coming home any time soon. Somehow Jacob knew that I did not feel good. He stayed in the bed with me for almost 40 minutes. He was wide awake. He kept saying, "Mama," looking at me with these sad eyes. He layed his head right by mine on the pillow and rubbed my face. Then he flipped over a put his hand on my arm. It was like he was trying to take care of me. It was very touching and sweet. A funny thing also happened. He grabbed the clicker that was in the bed, handed it to me and said, "Football, Mama." Yes, I am raising him right!