He's also the most grateful person I know. He thanks me for everything - for saying "sure" when he asks for a drink, for getting him a drink, for taking his sippy when he's done, etc. I'll literally get a dozen "thank yous" an hour from him. And every one is totally and completely sincere. Even when he was super sick, exhaused and sprawled out on the tile floor a few weekends back, he just kept saying, "thank you, Daddy, thank you" every time he saw me cleaning up vomit or changing his clothes or laying next to him. Nothing makes Papa's heart melt like that little voice expressing his gratitude to me.
Say hi to my Nut. Captain of the grin and apple of my eye.
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