Jonah is such a lovely age. I hear about the 'terrible two's' but haven't much experienced them. Yes, he has his tantrums, but he is mostly just a little warm snuggly boy who smells like sunshine and grass and milk. He often asks me, "Mommy, are you happy?' to which I answer, "Yes, honey, I am happy, are you happy?" This time I was cooking dinner and standing in front of the stove. Jonah was in the living room playing on the floor. He stopped playing with his fire truck, walked over to me, wrapped his arms around my knees, squeezed me, looked up into my eyes and said "I am happy. I am happy because you love me. Are you happy because you love me?"
My heart stopped beating. My eyes grew misty and I felt that I would explode with love. I scooped him into my arms and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I breathed as deeply as I could; I want to always smell his little boy smell, feel his soft thin hair against my cheek. I want this moment to las t forever. But these are the moments that are the most fleeting, for as quickly as it begun, it was over. He wiggled free of my arms and ran back to his firetruck. I watched him for a moment and then turned off the stove. Tonight, dinner would have to wait.
I am happy. I am happy that I love you.