I am in the kitchen working on supper. Jordan is with me, putting away the groceries. I am sure I have written about his “love language” for lack of a better word. He is not the most demonstrative of his affections in the normal sense. Of course normal is relative.
Jordan went to the basement to put something in the freezer. He comes back to the kitchen and right to me and gives me a real hug and says, ” Mommy, I love you.” My heart stops a full second and my mind races… wow… all my patience has finally broken through!
Then the next second I feel ice slithering down my back. Laughter that only Jordan can bellow out follows.
Hum… I love you too, Jordan… very much.