Sweet Eli

I'm upstairs, laying in bed, resting and I hear Russ yelling (not angry, just talking) to Elijah that if he wants his licorice he needs to come downstairs to eat it. Elijah's obviously ignoring him and after Russ yells to him again I hear Eli running up the steps and saying, "No! Mama!" and then my sweetie-pie runs into the room, with his licorice, holding it out to give it to me. AWWWWW! It just warms my heart to think that he was given a treat downstairs and thought of me enough to run up and give me his. What an angel.