The other night when Seth was putting the kids to bed and I was leaving for young womens, I yelled, "I love you!" down the stairs before I headed out the door. Before I had even pulled out of the driveway, my cell phone rang and on the other end Seth informed me that Morgan was very sad I hadn't said, "I love you!" before I left - apparently he hadn't heard me yell. So, I said those three precious words and in return I heard the sweet sound of a 3-year-old boy saying, "I love YOU, Mommy!"
Note to self: These are the kind of moments I never want to forget!
Friday, December 12, 2008
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