Out of the Mouths of Babes, 22 February 2014

Today I got a beautiful, spontaneous, unbelievably precious gift from five-year-old Z.  As we were walking home through our neighborhood, he held onto my hand and began,

Mommy, I love you more than dandelions.

I love you more than trees with flowers.

I love you more than Rabber.

I love you more than Bunjy.

I love you more than parks filled with funness.

I love you more than bushes.

I love you more than rose bushes.

I love you more than our house.

I love you more than Liam.

I love you more than Evan.

I love you more than Stephen.

I love you more than Kevin.

I love you more than Katie.

I love you more than the universe.

I love you more than grass.

I love you more than Papa and Gigi.

I love you more than spring.

I love you more than summer.

I love you more than July.

I love you more than pumpkins.

I love you more than pumpkin pie filled with blueberries and cherries.

I love you more than my room.

I love you more than the punching bag.

I love you more than my stuffed animals.

I love you more than fish.

And with that last statement, his round eyes smiling into my misty ones, he gave me a hug and ran off to play.  I don't think I'll ever recover.