As I was preparing to retreat upstairs at bedtime last night, I hugged Younger and told him, “Love you.”
And my not-so-blonde, not-so-little boy cocked his head to the side and gave me the same grin accompanied by the same twinkling eyes he would offer at the age of two. “Of course, you do. Why wouldn’t you?”
And you know what?
Of course, I do.
Why wouldn’t I?