It has happened about three times now. You are deep in sleep around four in the morning and you throw your arm around me, snuggle up like a spoon behind me and say, “I love you, mama.” The sweetest words from the sweetest sleep-voice there ever was. My heart can barely hold all the love I feel in those pre-dawn confessions.
You got some candy hearts for Valentine’s Day this week and you ask me what each one says before you eat it. Be Mine. Hugs. Kiss Me. And you pop each one in your mouth saying, “Mmmmm this one is good.” You crack me up, kiddo.
You are my candy heart, my little valentine-light-bearer. And I will cherish your midnight murmurs, holding them in my soul, forever.
Thank you, son.