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.

2 comments:

  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.

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