Always. Always. Always.

Since Easton was a little lovey, I've told him that I will 'always, always, always come back and get him.'

It started when he was probably around a year old. He was going through that seperation anxiety deal, not wanting me to leave. We'd have a talk in the car before we got to school and I'd tell him 'always, always, always.'

Time passed. Things got easier. Some days he goes in on his merry way, kissing me and walking me to the door. Others, he needs a little reasurrance.

Yesterday was one of those reassuring days. Though, not near as dramatic as it used to be but he needed my comfort nevertheless.

We were pulling in school. He was talking about playing outside with his friends. And he asked,  'Mommy come back?' I said 'Easton???' He looked back up at me with those melt my soul twinkling eyes and said those 3 words of comfort I've said to him for so long. 'Always, always, always.'

I had to catch it on video yesterday afternoon...so I could remember how sweet he sounds when he says it. He threw in a little extra love too.

God bless this child. I really never dreamed I could love someone so much. I could explode.