Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I Love being Loved

This silly boy often wakes up in the wee early hours of the morning; that time when I have nursed the baby and put her back to bed, the birds are chirping and the sun is rising yet I still want to have my eyes closed.  He comes into my room and climbs up with his blanket and tells me about how hungry he is.

The other morning he put his hand on my cheek and said
"Mom, I love you like a love song"
Oh silly, adorable boy.
I don't know what it means to love like a love song but I love this boy with all my heart.

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