A few nights ago it was almost bedtime and my 4 year old daughter Julia said, “Mom, Junior can’t have a forehead, ’cause he’s five! I have a fourhead because I’m four, but he has a five head. And you have a – how old are you?” “I’m forty-five.” “You have a forty-five head.”
This morning I was snuggling with my two youngest – Julia, age 4 and Cameron, almost 3. In their room, they and Junior share a triple bunk bed. But this morning, in my bed, Cameron said, “I want the top bunk.” So he moved over and laid down on top of me.
My 5 year old son just caught a fly in his bare hands (gross!) Me: How did you do that? That’s amazing. Him: Magic. Out of the mouths of babes. Priceless.
Every day I ask my kids if they know how much I love them. My 4 year old’s answer today? “Fifty thousand eighteen.” Life is good.