Luke was already sound asleep in his bed. Naomi begged me for just a few stories. It's hard to read in the dark. Unfortunately for Naomi, I wasn't about to risk turning the light on and waking up a cranky three year old. She had an idea. A bright idea.
She grabbed the three inch flashlight her dad gave her. "We can use this," she enthusiastically reported. I couldn't decline.
We settled in under two layers of her comfy "cov covs."
Both of us slightly propped on two pillows. We pulled the "cov covs" close to our necks.
Kindof like camping.
Than I began reading the children's book, "Guess How Much I love you."
We eventually turned off the flashlight and sat in the darkness. Arms wrapped around each other.
Naomi whispered, "it's impossible for you to know how much I love you."
"You have no idea how much I love you, I repeated.
I explained to her that one day she will have her own little "Ne Ne" and then she will realize just how much I love her. In fact, I continued, "I would do anything...anything for you."
She thought a minute.
Then she whispered, "even die for me?"
"Absolutely. No questions asked." I held her little body close.
"Oh wow," she responded.
We lay in silence for a mere few seconds.
She wrapped her arm around me tighter and said,
"I would die for you too, mom."
I held her as tight as I could.
I whispered, "you're a very special girl, Naomi. Very, very special."
And I meant it.