This morning Ciárán and I were walking home from dropping some stuff off at the school. (There’s no school today, we were dropping treats off for the teachers, and really, the reasons behind this excursion are immaterial to the story I want to tell.) Out of the blue he looks up at me and says “I love you.”
This took me by surprise, but I was quick to respond “I love you, too.”
“I know. Even when you’re mad at me, you love me.”
Well, I think I might be doing something right, somewhere.