“I have to tell you something!” Claire screeched from across the room. “I have a secret!”
“What’s that?” I asked, as she skipped across the room toward me. She loves telling me “secrets,” and I never know what they’re going to be.
“I have a secret to tell your ear, Momma,” she said, more quietly this time, in a very hushed, secretive tone. “I have a secret to tell your ear,” she repeated, her voice down to a whisper.
So, I bent down and she gently pushed my hair away from my ear.
She cupped her little hands around her mouth, got right up to my ear and whispered excitedly, “I love you more than cheese!” Then, she kissed me and ran off to play.
And, I’m still trying to get the puddle off the rug where my heart melted onto the floor.