Elder turned twenty-one yesterday, so today I thought I would share one of my favorite moments with him when he was only five years old and I could still ignore the fact he would soon grow into a man . . .
Last night as I readied Elder for bed, I gave him a hug and a kiss. Then I told him, “I love you.” Without responding, he turned towards the bedroom, so I caught his arm and repeated, “I love you, Elder.”
“Mom,” he said, looking up at me with sincere blue eyes. “I love you like a balloon that gets too full and pops.”
“Oh,” I murmured, both touched and impressed by his metaphor, not to mention the arms that he had spread wide to indicate the size of the balloon.
“And then,” he continued, dropping his arms and walking away, “I love all your pieces.”
. . . And for twenty-one years my love for him has filled and popped many, many balloons.
And I love all his pieces.