Daniel was supposed to be watching the kids downstairs as I took about 15 minutes to straighten the house and go to a bridal shower. I was in the bathroom when I heard footsteps on the stairs. (They weren’t Daniel’s footsteps–and Micah rarely wears shoes–so I knew who it was!)
“Mara,” I scolded, “why are you coming upstairs?”
“I’m coming . . . upstairs,” she explained very deliberately, between footsteps, “because . . . I love you.”
And I heard Daniel say from downstairs, “How can you resist that?”
Seriously.
She knows how to get to me!