Last night, my DS, four years old, asked me if I still loved him.
Heart- laying in a million pieces on the floor.
I took him into a hug and told him that I will always love him.
That no matter what he does or how mad I get at him, there need never be a question of my love. That it will never stop or end.
Way to go, son.
At four year's old, you have broken your first heart!
This is my little heart-breaker. How could you NOT love that face, am I right?
With my Step-daddy. It was early morning and we were on a road trip. Please excuse his hair. lol