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Thursday, January 25, 2007

I love you


My son just made my night tonight. Every night we do the same thing. He gets his bath at 8pm, brushes his teeth, gets his jammies on, I make his bed ready then he sits on either my husband or my lap and has a sippy of milk. Once he's relaxed enough, we say goodnight, blow kisses and he gets taken to his room usually by his daddy. Well tonight, he told me "I love you" and blew me a kiss. I couldn't believe it! He's never said that to either me or Dave before. He said it without any prompting and I didn't say it first. (Although I do tell him I love him all the time) He then proceeded to tell me again "I love you". My heart just melted.
I got a little misty eyed. All from three little words from a two year old.

posted by Brandi at Thursday, January 25, 2007

7 Comments:

  • *sigh* This makes me wish that I had a little one, my bio clock is going crazy right now.

    By Blogger The Big Fat Project Management Team, at 12:14 PM  

  • Well...stop wishin and get to baby makin! LOL

    By Blogger Brandi, at 7:04 PM  

  • Holy moly! I'm so jealous! I was just thinking about the I love you phrase this morning when Buddha was snuggling with me on the couch. Now I know I have at least six more months until I hear it. *sniffle*

    I'm so happy for you!

    By Blogger Mouthy Girl, at 9:22 AM  

  • Oh I keep telling little dude I love you in the hopes that one day I will hear him say it to me...no luck yet though.

    Lucky girl.

    By Blogger Nikki, at 8:53 AM  

  • I'm not sure Jay and I have figured out what causes babies yet! ;)

    By Blogger The Big Fat Project Management Team, at 11:25 AM  

  • that's a wonderful wonderful thing

    thank-you for sharing your story and your joy.

    my son is 15 now

    he's almost as big as i am. a little while back when i was having a really bad day he stopped and gave me a hug

    i almost started bawling

    By Blogger cadbury_vw, at 1:23 PM  

  • The joys of parenthood are immense, and guess what, they don't end at this age.

    My oldest is 23, and my youngest is 17 a senior this year. At Christmas, he gave me an NFL quality photo (poster) framed of himself making an incredible tackle, and autographed it. I cried, (I call it my eye leaked), and then again after Christmas... he just got his acceptance letter to the University of Nevada, and in that moment my eye leaked again.

    God bless the moments from our children that make our "eyes leak".

    By Blogger Malinda777, at 1:39 AM  

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