Mommy? I hafta talk to him.
Mommy? I hafta tell him about the bulldozer.
Mommy? Bring him over here.
Mommy? I want to see him.
Mommy? He has to grow big and strong.
Mommy? Jesus loves him.
Mommy? Why isn’t he talking to me?
(Sorry for the hiatus, but I’d say this beautiful little cousin is worth it, no?)
I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.