Wednesday, July 24, 2013
After a big, busy day, Tuck was deliriously tired. I pulled the covers to his waist and scratched his back. I told him he's my favorite four year old. He said things like Mom, I love you the most, you're awesome, you're the best, and I answered in kind, saying I love you more than the most and you're better than the best. And then he said I love you the awesomest.
And I said that right back to him, because I do. I love him the awesomest. I always will.
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