“Say, ‘I Love You, Micah.'”

Yesterday I was putting the kids down for their naps and trying to do some last-minute tidying in Micah’s room. Micah was lying down, already sucking his thumb. The blinds were closed, and I had already put his blankets (“five–I want five blankets!”) on him.

I walked in and out of his room a couple of times, putting some things away–in the bathroom, in the girls’ room.

The second time Micah looked up quietly and said, “Mommy? Say, ‘I love you, Micah.'”

I stopped and turned toward my sweet little guy, realizing that Micah thought I just might walk out of his room, without my usual “I love you,” while sitting next to him on the bed and singing a song.

I smiled from the doorway, my hands full, and said, “I love you, Micah.”

“Come,” he called, “sit on my bed and tell me.”

This child knows how to melt Mommy’s heart!

I told Daniel about it when he came home from work, and he replied, “It’s kind of cute when he’s two, but you know he won’t say that much longer.”

Cue the tears of this pregnant woman!

“I know,” I said through my tears. “That’s why it was so special!”

Daniel shook his head. “Are you gonna be one of those moms (think “Love You Forever“) that drives across town and crawls in his window when he’s grown?–That’s just weird.”

No, I promise. I won’t.

But, as long as he’s still asking. . . I’ll go sit on his bed and tell him.

I love you, Micah.