On Friday, I felt special. My youngest son looked me in the eye and said, “I love you, Dad.” He did this two more times that day.
It’s not a regular part of his vocabulary, that phrase. I think he knows the weight it holds. The magical power it has to change the mood of a room.
Sitting here Sunday morning, reflecting, I realize he’s been saying he loves …
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