When Max was a baby, Mom wondered when he would throw his arms around her and say those sweet words. Although she's not sure when it happened unprompted for the first time, he now does it on a regular basis and it never fails to melt her heart. Take last evening for example. She was leaning down to get Wyatt from his carseat when she was nearly knocked over by Max, who ran up and hugged her from behind (throwing the whole weight of his two-and-three-quarters-of-a-year-old body against her), saying, "I love you, Mommy!" Followed by "I like you, I like you, Mommy." (which, if you think about it, is even more endearing. You're kind of obligated to love your family, but "liking" them is a special kind of love). Then this morning, he patted Dad's face matter-of-factly and proclaimed, "I love you, Daddy."
And we love you, Max. To the moon and back.
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