Cool Love

I am standing at the change table, changing Sylvie's diaper. Luke is behind me. Suddenly, he croons sweetly, "I loooooove you."

"Who do you love?" I tease. "Me or Sylvie?" I look over my shoulder and grin at him.

He looks up, startled, from where he is draped languorously over the portable air conditioner. "I meant this," he says, stroking the air conditioner as if it were a cat.

Comments

[melanie]

Today I can actually understand how he feels - or at least I could if I had an air conditioner.

[Pete]

That's beautiful. My parental eyes are welling up.