On the way home from church tonight:Me: Max, I love you.
Max: I love you to the moon, Daddy!
Me: I love you to the stars, Max!
Max: I love YOU to the stars, Daddy!
It was a little difficult to see the road there for a bit.
Mommy must’ve taught him that.
Tonight, about four feet from the tv, Max is sitting on the carpet eating a couple Oreos and watching Rescue Bots on Netflix.
I’m sitting on the couch behind him a few feet dipping my own Oreos in a cup of coffee, watching with him. The stories are pretty good.
Max: Daddy, sit here, please.
He points to a spot just a few inches to his right.
I sit beside him cross-legged.
He leans his head on my side, his elbow on my thigh and says,
“Thank you, Daddy.”
It was just a little difficult to see the cartoon there for a bit.
By God’s grace, I am who I long for, and God is who I lean on.