Monthly Archives: August 2014

When Do I Love You?

“Mommy? …. I love you.” Dylan said to me randomly (as he often does) while he was putting on his pajamas. “I love you too, Kuya,” was my automatic reply.

Then I paused. I could almost hear something more behind the question. Like he was waiting for something. I turned around to face him.

“When do I love you, Dylan?” I asked. He hesitated. “Um, when I do good things?”

“Nope. I love you all the time. Even when I’m mad, and telling you the right things to do, I still love you. I love you all the time.” His eyes lit up in understanding.

“So when do I love you?” I asked him again.

Dylan smiled, a contented smile that all was right in his world. “All the time,” he answered.

I smiled back at him.

 

 

Wain, wain

Isabella loves to randomly sing:

“Wain, wain, go away, come ‘gain other day,

Isa – bella wantet pway, wain wain go away.”

So. Freaking. Cute.

How do I bottle her up to remember these days always?