Beginning last week, Beck began telling me he loved me. To a non-parent, this may not seem like a big deal. But to those of us who have or have had children at some point, this simple phrase is one of those things that makes our parenting journey worthwhile. And not only did he say it once, he has said it, and genuinely meant it, every day since then. Oftentimes it's three or four times a day. Sometimes it comes with a hug, but always with a smile and and a soft sincerity in his voice. He always looks me in the eye, too, when he says it. I've told him it makes me sooo happy when he tells me that, and it does. Truly and honestly melt-my-heart happy. He is so utterly dear, so good, and so kind. At times, I am fairly certain that he is an angel inhabiting a little boy's body...
