Saturday January 13th, at 8:13am, while sitting at our kitchen table eating pancakes (our Saturday morning ritual), my son, The Happy Boy, calls out to me... "Daddy". "Daddy".
I reply, "Yes, buddy".
"Daddy, I love you", he says.
I spin towards him, and with a half-smile / half-teary eyed, reply, "I love you too".
Awwwwwww.
3 comments:
cute!!! We do french toast every Sunday- I love that kind of stuff.... kids make it all worthwhile and give this little thing called real genuine love, can't get that just anywhere ya know....
I'll bet iy's that much more special coming from 4 of them.
Cute!! Does he talk a lot??
It's still precious the first time!! Even if I don't have kids, when my nieces say I love you, and give me big hugs, my heart still melt!!
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