I Love You More Than...

First of all, thank you SO MUCH to everyone for the sweet comments assuring me that my three year old is not actually some mini-version of Hannibal Lecter. Your comments helped so much, so much in fact that I came home and told my husband about it. Unfortunately he was all confused and said, "What's a blog?" (More on this later this week.) Although we had a very trying weekend because BOTH BOYS woke up multiple times overnight, making for some crabby kiddos, it's nice to know that he's normal, if sometimes monstrously so.

And now on to the cute... Every night when I tuck Luke in, I tell him I love him more than chocolate. {Which is a lot.} At first, he would just tell me he loved me, too, but then he started telling me what he loved me more than. In the past few weeks, I've been told that I'm loved more than:

• Ice cream
• Christmas lights
• Doors
• Candles
• Vacuum cleaners
• School buses
• Mountains
• Booboo candy (when Luke gets a bad booboo, he gets a piece of chocolate. I stole this idea from Harry Potter, when Professor Lupin would give chocolate after Dementor attacks. I'm such a nerd.)
  

It's the best. Every night, I see his little brain searching for something new to say, something that he loves. His loves are so random, but they are all things that he talks about at some point each and every day. I adore it. I adore him, and each night, I tuck him in and carry with me in my heart that my son loves me more than mountains. I hope he always does.

{Blurry and overexposed, but so.much.love.}