The first time Noah repeated the words, "I Love You", was when he was almost 7 years old. Late by normal standards, but still the most precious words that have ever been spoken. Although the words naturally occur now on a regular basis, I am still the one who has to say them first. Noah repeats the words back to me every night when I turn off his bedroom lights. I have always felt that even though the words have become a habit, that Noah does mean them when he says them.
Last night while watching some fireworks that lit up our neighborhood sky from afar, Noah put his head on my shoulder, looked up at me, and said, "I love you, Mom." He will be 13 next month. I have waited almost 13 years to hear those words unprompted.
No amount of fire works could compare to the explosion I felt in my own heart last night. WELL. WORTH. THE. WAIT.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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