i grew up with a mother who kissed me goodnight every single night. who always hugs hello and goodbye (even strangers. be forewarned.) and who told me that she loved me. multiple times a day.
finn already knows the family joke. hey! finn! we say sternly, with a tone of serious business.
what? she will look sideways, through her hair at us.
i love you.
i love you, too. i love your heart. (which might just be my favorite thing ever that she says.)
and she tells her baby brother that she loves him. out of nowhere. for no reason whatsoever.
and i think.
we're doing something right.
makes me feel like rolling down hills.