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“I love you as much as there are fish in the sea!” I told Girl, having been inspired by Prehistoric Monsters Did the Strangest Things, her favorite book of the moment. (We’re going to need to start digging for fossils soon…)

“I love you infinity weeks!” she said. “That means my love for you will never stop.”

“I love you to infinity, too.”

“Everyone loves everyone.”

I like the idea of all this love floating around, all the time – tied to each other but untethered, too; here with us but outlasting us. If you’re feeling a little low, stop for just a moment and feel – that little bit of warmth, that something? That’s love. There’s a lot of it at our house, and we hope you feel it, too.

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We’re at ZeeZee and Pop’s house for Thanksgiving. By 3:30 today, after no nap, we were shocked at how early in the day it still was. Life without her going down for a nap can be exasperating and exhausting.

Then we heard a sad story about a family ZeeZee and Pop know from church, about the woman suffering through the loss of her grown son. Unaware of the story, ML looked up gleefully from her Play Doh, her face radiating all the love, happiness, and trust a two-and-a-half year old feels when surrounded by some of the people she loves most in the world. If only she could always feel like this about us, and we about her.

“It’s OK, Mommy. It’s no big deal,” ML will admonish us. And she’s right – a day without a nap, some spilled water (or milk, or salad dressing, or Thai coconut soup), a broken plate – these things really aren’t a big deal, and it’s good to be reminded of that, even if it takes my two-and-a-half year old to do the reminding.

I just hope that when we fast-forward through life (and these days, there seems to be no slow motion option), we all remember that we make each other happy, that the little things we get hung up on really matter less than we think, that families aren’t perfect but our love for each other is.

 

It was another too-early morning in our household. At 5:15, she was up. We hoped it was the up-but-going-back-to-sleep kind of up, but no, it was the just-up kind. Who would get up, Daddy with a cold or pregnant Mommy?

To the relief of a grateful Mommy, Daddy got up. He played with her and read to her, and at 7:00, his shift work was over. He took his cold to bed, and ML and I spent some quality time together, reading and eating breakfast.

“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, as she ate the made-to-order chocolate yogurt I mixed up for her.

“He went back to sleep. He got up early with you this morning. He loves you very much.”

“I like him. He’s a very good daddy.”

A very good daddy, indeed.