Eric was looking at some of his birthday cards the other night. One of Faith's friends from the neighborhood had made him a homemade card, and he pointed out to me that she'd drawn a heart on it. "She loves me," he confided with a grin.
Then he got the note his Sunday School teacher had sent, which was signed, "Love, Mrs. Pam." "She loves me, too. She loves me very much," he told me with a confident lady-killer's smile. "I hope we don't kiss."
Monday, July 18, 2011
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