Our night time routine with the kids has settled into plucking them out of their shared bath and then playing man-to-man defense. Jim reads Henry his stories, sings him a sweet song, and tucks him in. I take Willa upstairs for her stories, a discussion of the day, and kisses.
Last night, Jim was taking Henry toward the crib. "Goodnight, Henry," I said, "I love you."
He replied, "I love you too, mommmmmie."
And I teared up a little. For some reason the "too" made a difference. He's not just repeating what we're saying; he understands, he knows, he reciprocates.
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Awwww.....aren't those moments just amazing and worth every frustrating "I am going to scream if I can't have one MILLISECOND of quiet!" days? The first time I got "I love you, Mama" from Will I cried.
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