Today was a special day for a special little boy.
Ethan lost his 7th tooth. That tooth has been bothering him for weeks. He kept pleading with us to pull it. And, each time we would try, he would get so excited, hoping that we would finally put him out of his tooth misery.
Today, Gabriel told me that he thought that it was really ready. Sure enough, it was hanging by a thread. Usually, I break out in a cold sweat when I am chosen to do the tooth pulling. Not today. Today, I knew that I could do it. I had a special little boy counting on me, after all. So, it was with that confidence that I gave that little tooth one little pull, and it was out.
Ethan did not even know it. His eyes were covered. He loves me, and he believes in me. But, he knows that the pain of my children is not something that I take lightly. Bless his heart. He knows me. Sometimes I think that he can see right into my soul. Oh, how I love him.
Now that his tooth is gone, he can eat more freely again, which should make him ready to bite into his turkey and goat cheese wrap for lunch tomorrow. But, if I know my Ethan, he will be much more interested in showing off his missing tooth, excited about the little thing that caused such a big celebration in our home today.