I love you my sweet Mommy.
I love you with all my heart.
I will always love you, my sweet Mommy.
And Jesus too.
Kyle sings. He sings a lot. He makes up songs and words and melodies on all sorts of occasions or none at all. Many times the music is hummed without words, and it too can be original or borrowed from Super Mario or his sister’s trumpet tunes. As was the case with the above song that he sang as he bounded down the stairs this morning at 7:00 a.m., the words were better than the melody, which was sung in a falsetto – not something that would catch on, unless of course you are THE mommy in question.
I also had to wonder about the last line. Did he mean that he would always love Jesus, too? Or that in addition to his love, Kyle was assuring me that Jesus loved me and would always love me too? Either sentiment is fine with me.
Do all six-year-old boys feel so deeply or is mine exceptional? All mothers think their children are special, myself included, but I think that the recognition of Kyle’s gifts is more a result of the fact that unlike all other children, he rarely has a thought or emotion that goes unsaid (or unsung).
**Awesome family photo credit from Blue Castle Photography. I've got friends in high places.