“I’m going to buy you a new dress, mom.”  ”What color will it be,” I said.  ”Pink!  And I’m going to take you to a castle!”  ”Oh, that sounds nice.  What will we do at the castle?”  ”We’re going to have tea!”  ”I love tea,” I replied.  ”What else will we do there, Evan?”  ”We’re going to dance!”

Last night, as I was readying the house for a ladies get-together, I turned on some soft music.  My 4-year-old boy comes to me.  ”Mom, let’s dance.”  He takes my hand and guides me to the living room floor.  He places my hand on his little hip and he puts his hand on my waist and we hold hands.  We dance.  He smiles so big his eyes are but little slits in his adorable face.  I must be the luckiest mother in the world.  At least, I sure feel like I am.

The tenderness and sweetness I see in my little “Prince Charming” makes it hard to swallow due to the lump in my throat.  Ironically, I was wearing a pink shirt, too.  The music stops.  He bows.  I curtsey.  We hug.

I will never, ever forget that moment with my blonde haired, blue eyed “Prince.”