Wednesday, November 14, 2012

"Mommy, I just really do love you."

"Mommy, I just really do love you."

"Aww, thanks Brennan.  I love you too."

"I know Mommy, but I just really do love you a lot.  You're the best.  You're just my best friend."

"I think you're the best Brennan in the whole wide world, little bug."

"Mommy, that's a really nice thing to say."

This boy.

I'm just plain crazy about him.  He told me no less than 10 times today how much he loved me and that I'm his best friend.  

Of course, he also decided to sing "Old McDonald had a penis".  Where he got that, I have no idea, but let's focus on the sweet parts of the day, shall we?

I think the best part about it were the times he chose to tell me.  Sure, he tells me when I'm getting his breakfast ready or snuggled up reading books or holding his hand during his breathing treatment.  But the best times are the times when he's busy with something and he has to stop and immediately tell me that he loves me, like it's brand new information and the most important news in the world and he must tell me right.this.minute.  

Whether he's chasing his brothers around the island in the kitchen or I'm in the bathroom attempting to pee without an audience, it's "Mommy!  I have to tell you somethin' really 'portant!"  And then he takes my face in his sweet little hands, looks me straight in the eyes, and professes his undying love for me.  

It makes me want to freeze time and stare into those blue-green eyes forever.

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