I love you in my teeth.

Confused? Let me tell you the story.

I laid down to sleep with you last week because you needed to take a nap.

Mom was holding K, because she had been sick, so I just decided to go take a nap with you.

You protested as we went to your room.

Because, well, you always protest the nap.

In fact, the more protest, the more you often need a nap…

I digress.

We laid down and got under the covers.

I said: “Before we rest, let’s say four things we love about each other.”

So we turned towards each other, with our heads on the pillow.

I forget exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of:

“I love how you are silly and love to run around having fun.”
“I love that you are smart and brave.”
“I love how you are sweet and have a soft heart.”
“And I love that you are smart and beautiful.”

As I spoke, your face just lit up a little more after I spoke each sentence.

Then I told you it was your turn.

And I remember exactly what you said.

You said:

“I love you in my heart.”
“I love you in my chest.”
“I love you in my tummy.”
“I love you in my teeth.”

You are beautiful.

I love you.

–Dad