This morning in bed, Jake says to me “I love you, Mommy.” “I love you too, Jake.” “No,” he says “I really love you.” “What does it mean to love somebody?” I ask. “Just...” he starts, “Just… When it’s good.”
Perfect, Jake. That is perfect. I am so grateful for my little man’s sweet, untouched perspective.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
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