Usually He Says It First

"I love you," he says as I hand him his breakfast.

"I love you," he says while we ride our bikes.

"I love you," he says squeezing my neck while we read a book.

"I love you, Mom," he says when I tuck him into bed at night.

"But, I love you," he says through little tears after he's gotten in trouble.

And sometimes I say it first and he quickly replies, "I love you too, Mom."

Lucky, lucky, lucky am I.