He puts the bookmark in his book, and we say prayers and he tells me what he’s grateful for. Tucking Seth into bed, I look at his sweet face long and hard and this is what I tell him.
“Seth. If ever I have a hard day, or I feel down, or I feel like the world is out to get me, or my life sucks, all I have to do it look at you to know that isn’t true, because I got you for a kid.”
He smiles and we look into each other’s eyes for a long, long time. And I know that it might not be easy for him at times. I know there has not been enough of me to go around. And I know it doesn’t matter.
He knows. He is my heart.