Too much love...

The other night I was laying in bed with Tegan, and Everett came in the room to talk to us. When he was leaving, I called him back like I always do.

"Hey Ebbie"

Turning around "Yeah?"

"I love you"

Big, heaving, four-year-old sigh. "Mommy. You ALWAYS say that."

"I can't say I love you?"

"Well. You can say it SOMETIMES."

"Do I say it too much?"

"Yes, you do."

"Well will you tell me the next time it's ok to tell you?"

"OK Mommy" Goes to leave, and I just can't resist...

"Hey Ebbie... I love you."

This time, he laughed.

I do so love my kids - all four of them - in such a way that I can't imagine they'll ever truly understand it until they have kids of their own. And if I've gone over my "I love you" limit with any of them, I'll tell you instead. I. love. these. kids.