Driving home in the twilight after another fine afternoon at the beach, tired, sandy & cold (since Fuss refuses to let us leave until the sun is well and truly DOWN) we had this conversation.
"Dada...if I were a zombie, I would still hug you."
"Oh, good- thank you, Fuss."
"And Dada?"
"Yes?"
"If I were a SPIRIT, I would still always love you."
These are the things that sustain me through the, ah, more challenging periods of child-rearing.
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