Caleb had another successful day of school! I'm hoping these good days become the norm and not the exception.
I was still basking in his success, when we arrived home from school. As Caleb adjusted into home, he's demeanor began to unravel. Pretty soon the evening had transformed from happy to horrible.
By the end of the night, I felt like neither one of us were acting the way we should.
I tucked the other boys into bed, and crept into Caleb's room. I invited him downstairs for a "date." A home date held on the couch, with a snack, watching Jeopardy.
He perked up, and we both snuck downstairs positioning ourselves on the couch with just a bowl of Pirate's Booty seperating us. We had fun watching "College Week" and I could gradually feel the tension erode as we snuggled on the couch.
At the end of the show, we walked back up to his room. I delivered my usual bedtime catchphrase: "I love you." For the last seven plus years, that statement is left hanging. Caleb doesn't respond. He just lets it dangle in the air.
Tonight, he blurted out, "Love you too."
I was startled and turned to Chris and whispered, "That's a first, right."
He nodded his head and grabbed my hand.
I choked back tears a little bit and pulled Caleb into a hug.
I said, "Caleb, that means so much that you said those words to me."
He replied matter-of-factly, "OK, can you leave now so I can go to bed?"
I know he didn't mean to hurt my feelings with his final statement. I think he just mustered up all the emotions he could for the night.
But, those three little words (I love you) meant everything to me. Deep down I always believed he loved us, but just to hear it. I can't find the words to express what hearing those words meant. They meant everything, absolutely everything!