The other day he asked me to marry him.
Told me I was his girlfriend and that I was prettier than his rubber band gun. Oh how that boy has a way a with words…
Yesterday I was sitting in the dining room talking to Linz on the phone about Wayne. I was crying softly enough that I thought Caeden wouldn’t know, but out of the blue he walked into the room and placed his little hand on my shoulder. Told me that he missed Daddy, too, but that he was super strong from drinking Gatorade and THAT is the secret to not needing to cry.
I looked at him, nose red, eyelashes clumped together and I told him that he always made me feel better.
I love this little guy so much. For the old soul that he has, for the way he rushes to my rescue, for his unyielding ability to make ANYTHING of out Legos.
(First picture: “Caeden, tell Mama how much you looooooove her!” Caeden said, “Moooom! That’s a secret!!!” And then embarrassed, he shut down. SO much like his Mom. Makes me love him even more.)