Yesterday morning, I was carrying my son down the stairs to the kitchen for his breakfast.  He is perfectly capable of walking down the stairs (without even holding the handrails and carrying a two-fisted burden of toys, no less), but it is our morning ritual.  He wakes me up by tickling me and pinching my nose, and I say “Would you like some breakfast?”  And he says “Okay!” and holds his arms up to be carried down.  On the way down, I always say “Good Morning, my big man, Mommy loves you.  Do you love Mommy?”  And every morning he snuggles his head into my shoulder and grips me tight around the waist with his legs.

Yesterday was different.

Yesterday, I asked him “Do you love Mommy”  And instead of snuggling down, he picked his head up from my shoulder and he turned his big brown eyes to mine and very seriously stated:

“Of Course.”