Last night as I was putting J2 to bed we were talking about what sounds animals make. And by "talking" I mean, I asked him what a pig, cow, chicken, dinosaur, etc. says and he gives me the appropriate response - oink, moo, bawk bawk, rooaaar, you get the idea. At the end I said, "what does Umma say?" He whispers, "I love you" and snuggles his sweet face into my chest. That's right my darling boy, I love you. So so much. The fact that you associate me with loving you makes me happy. In that isolating box of self-doubt, it makes me feel like I'm doing the right things. It makes me realize that you aren't always ignoring me in favor of watching YouTube videos of dinosaurs, spiders and construction equipment. It makes me know that it matters. Words matter.
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