Just after I hit “publish” on that last post, I went to see why the boys were still up at ten p.m. Gil was helping Dylan write out his valentines for tomorrow (oops) and Logan was waaaaiiiiting to be tucked in.
“Come on, Logan, I’ll take you to bed.” “OK, but will you stay a while?” “Sure thing.”
We got all settled and pulled up the quilts and he swung his arm around my neck and told me he loved me.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I don’t know what I would do without you guys. Can you imagine what I’d do without you?”
He giggled, “You’d, uh, you’d…”
“Have more free time?”
“No, silly. You’d lose your whole way of life.”
I stared at him in stunned silence and then kissed his hair one last time.
I am not making this up. He is six years old. And my precious baby boy.