To the Moon and Back

I love my boys. No doubt about it. And I make sure that they know it. I will continue to tell them every chance I get for the rest of their lives. Most conversations about my loving them goes a lil’ something like this… Me: “I love you.” Jakob: “ I love you, too” Me: “How much?” Jakob (With arms spread wide): “ This much!” Me: “And how much do I love you?” Jakob: “To the moon and back.” Me: “That’s right, baby. You know it!” This happens a couple of times a day. And he always seems to be excited about it. It has become a ritual for us. One that I will be continuing for the rest of their lives. It is these little rituals and memories that I want my boys to have growing up. It is just like when my Opa (grandfather) use to tell me that he had a secret to tell me, and when he would whisper in it my ear it was always the same thing…. “I love you!” I will never forget that. It happened every time I saw him. It was so wonderful to have that connection. I didn’t have that kind of connection with anyone else. It was special, and made me feel special. Just like I want my boys to feel. Because they are special. And I love them. To the moon and back.