Dinner in Bed

Yep. My sweet Beckham made me dinner in bed two nights ago. My back was so bad from injuring it last Thur. Then Jumping in the car to head to St. George right after didn't help. I am a lot more mobile as of today, but two days ago I could barely walk. I have a severe back sprain from deadlifting at CrossFit. I think its safe to say I have no desire to ever deadlift that amount of weight again and will stick with more gentle approaches to keep my back and legs strong. That being said, the kids have both been fending for themselves at home and been a great help. I asked Beckham to bring me something to eat and wasn't expecting him to cook me anything. As I was laying in bed with my ice pack I could here the clanking of pots and pans and drawers opening and closing. "I wonder what he is doing?" I thought. Moments later he came into my room and presented me with scrambled eggs and toast! My heart melted at the thoughtfulness of my Buddy Bear!

I had to snap a quick picture of the meal me made for me

 Then he sat on the bench in my room and ate dinner with me so I wouldn't be lonely. This boys heart is pure gold. Even in pain its moments like these that I treasure as a mother.