Even though they’re just four years old.
It’s okay. They can have and will have whatever they want.
“I don’t think you did tell me,” I pretend she hasn’t told me today like she does every day.
My best friend.
The love of my life.
“Just how much do you love me? I love you more than words can say,” I challenge her, leaning in to kiss her.
Proving my point.
Showing her, I hope, it’s more than she’ll ever know.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus,” I whisper.
“Merry Christmas,” she replies. “Mr. Claus. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
And I do.
I love all of them.
Forever.THE END