You Warm My Heart

Dear Murray,

When you giggle at something funny, or just plain gross (you are a boy after all), you warm my heart.

When I witness your kindness to other people, you warm my heart.

When you fall asleep in my lap, holding your Pooh Bear close, you warm my heart.



When your creativity shines, you warm my heart.


When you get excited about anything and your eyes light up, you warm my heart.

When you look at me and tell me how much you love me, you warm my heart.

When I watch you playing and laughing, you warm my heart.



When you have good manners, you warm my heart.

When you want me to read to you, play a game with you, or just snuggle you, you warm my heart.

When I see a look of determined concentration on your face, you warm my heart.



When you tell me about your passions (i.e. Transformers and Power Rangers), you warm my heart.

When you talk about your love for Jesus, you warm my heart.

"Dear God, will you please tell Grandma Kathy to talk to us to tell us what it's like in heaven? I'm worried about her and I don't know if I can bring my bear and blanket. How do I know what it's like there? Do you have the same things up in heaven, God, and can she talk to us? Can I walk on the clouds? Thank you, God, love, Murray and Amen."


When you pet Rudy and tell him how wonderful he is, you warm my heart.





When you see me sad, and try to make me happy by singing "Twinkle, Twinkle", you warm my heart.

When you are growing up, you warm my heart.

When you are sad and have tears, my heart breaks.

And for the million other things you do to warm my heart, I have you to thank.  You are my boy. Here's to a lifetime of happiness, little one.