I just got finished putting the boys to bed - it is late after a long Thanksgiving day. This was the small, but so sweet, exchange between Davis and Parker tonight:
Parker found a red screwdriver in his room when I took him in there and Davis has been looking for it all day.
Parker: Day-day screwdriver . . wan it . . gi it to him.
(we take it in Davis' room)
Davis: THANK YOU Parker! Where was it?
P: my room
D: I need to give you a big kiss.
(I take Parker back in his room to finish laying him down and Davis stays in his bed but I hear him yell)
D: Good night Parker - I love you VERY much.
P: nigh nigh Day-day lu you
D: I love you too Parky.
It literally melted my heart. What in this world could I possibly be more thankful for than those sweet little boys who love each other? God seems to always give me the sweetest ending to a day that is particularly chaotic.
(As a side note, since I know my sister-in-law who I love :) will read this - yes D will randomly call P "parky" and it makes me crazy - gotta find a new nickname :)