Whenever he wakes from sleep, he tells us some elaborate story about how he got away from “a BIG shark”. He wants us to tell him how brave he was. And we do. He requests his car window to be rolled down so he can encourage the mom in the minivan next to him to dance with him from where they sit. And they do. He stops whatever he’s in the middle of, multiple times a day, just so he can walk over and say “Mommy?” I say “What?” And he says with a big grin on his face, “I love you.” And I love him too. So much.