always say, "you know i love you right? you know that right? (more squeezes) you are my sweetheart."
i think about whether i tell you this enough. and then it will be morning again and time for our ritual good-bye on the school steps. it's always the same: you give me a kiss, followed up with two big hugs. then when you get to the top of the steps you blow me a kiss and finally as i'm walking away you call out "mommy!!" to show me the heart you made with your hands. you don't care who is watching and you never have. my only hope is you never will.
you 