As I was pinning up my hair, Abe asked for a bobby pin. Why do you need one?, I asked.
"Because my hair might fall out."
Earlier this afternoon, as we sat on the front steps after a ride on the tricycle, he crashed into me, head-first, yelling, "I love you my whole life!"
He regularly tells us, "That don't make any sense."
Later tonight, on the couch in the basement, I made him slow down from the constant movement to sit facing me on my lap. I told him I wanted to tell him something. With wide open eyes, raised eyebrows, complete attention staring directly into my eyes,
"What you want to say, Momma?"
In that moment, I couldn't remember. I just said, "You're cute" and kissed his forehead. And my heart nearly burst.