Friday, February 5, 2010

A Child's Love

She opened the book her son wrote in preschool. He told her it was a love story.

"I love dad."

"I love mom."

"I love Eva."

"Mostly, I just love mom."

She smiled at the last page. She could gloat about this, but knew a child's love was fickle. She'd hide the love story away because in an instant, that last line could belong to someone else. At least hidden, this would remain as a reminder that she was the 'mostly' at one point in her son's life.


  1. So sweet. Makes me think of how much my kids love me now and I'm their "only one" until they have a love of their life. I'm relishing on this daily.