Evan was heading up to bed last night, racing me up the stairs I think, and he turned around to see if I was catching up. I don't remember how specifically, but we ended up sitting on the steps.
He puts both of his hands on my cheeks, leans in so our foreheads are touching and says:
"You and Me, Mama, we were made for each other, right? And Daddy... and Emma... and Sage. We were all made to be together. Right, Mama?!"
Yes, my little man. We were all made for each other.
I just thought that was so sweet!
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