Hollis loves me
He doesn't say, "Mama, I love you," or even "Love you."
Instead, his whole frame softens and he looks at me and sighs, "Maaah-muhh." It's a thread of tiny-person feeling I wish I could snatch right out of the air and put in my pocket forever.
"Maaah-muhh," he exhales and leans into me.
"Maaah-muhh," he smiles as he clutches his blankie.
"Maah-muhh," he beams and toddles into my arms.
Unable to say "I love you, too," in any other way I mumble huskily back into his dark, golden locks "Baaay-bee," and wrap my arms around his warm softness.
His small heart's expression of emotion causes my own bigger heart to flutter and groan in a kind of rapture I've only ever known since motherhood.