Conversations

I don’t know how I rate. I certainly don’t deserve this kid. I sure hope I can do right by him.

Warning: Old photo, Easter 2007

C sitting on the couch resting while I am busy (distracted) doing something
C: I love you Mom.
Me: I love you to! C, why do you tell me you love me so much? Is it because you know how nice it is to hear?
C: I just really love you, and you’re my sweet mommy. And I always tell my sweet mommies that I love them, because I do.
Me: Well I always appreciate you telling me, because I love you so much too. (Dry my eyes)

Honestly, some version of this conversation takes place in my house or car every couple days. Oh how I wish I could pickle him so he could stay just like this forever.