I Guess I’m Doing Something Right.

I tell Maymo that I love him a lot. He’s little and he’s never embarrassed by my outburst of L-O-V-E and he likes to snuggle and, in short, it’s super easy to tell him.

Plus, he likes to shout it across the playground to me and he yells it and he sings it and he LOVES me right back. Loudly and outwardly and pretty much constantly.

And then there is this:

Me: Goodnight Maymo! I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? Have a good sleep and have good dreams! I LOVE YOU!

Maymo: Mom? You don’t have to say that you love me anymore. I KNOW.

Me: Well, I’m glad you KNOW that I love you, but I’m still going to tell you. Because I do love you and I don’t want you to ever forget!

Maymo: (sighing like his life is so hard) I KNOW you love me. I won’t EVER forget. And I love you. And you will love me every day and tomorrow and forever and ever ALWAYS.

Me: You got that right, kiddo. Now, goodnight! And I love you!

Maymo: Goodnight! I love you!

Coffee refers to himself as “the guy that’s shackin’ up with Maymo’s Mom” because for the moment Maymo is totally and completely in love with me. He gets really excited about Coffee coming home, or Coffee playing with him, but oh, man, he thinks I am TOTALLY better than sliced bread.

I know it’ll end soon enough – of course – so I’m totally enjoying it while I can. How can I not?