I Lub You

This week’s Spin Cycle topic is “Saying I Love You.”  See Sprite’s Keeper for more “I Love You” spins.

When I first read this week’s Spin Cycle topic, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to participate.  I’ve already written Our Love Story – about how Blue Eyes and I met and I certainly didn’t want to make you read that mush-mush again.  (But if you must…you can take a peek here.)  I didn’t really have anything else interesting that I wanted to share on the topic, so I decided that I just wouldn’t think about it and wouldn’t participate this week.

On Sunday evening I did the laundry, just as I do each Sunday evening.  You see, H’s daycare provider sends home his blanket each Friday so that I can launder it over the weekend.  Because H is so attached to it, he likes to sleep with both his home blanket and his daycare blanket on the weekends.  We have a bit of trouble getting them away from him for long enough to wash and dry them. 

I should also note here that although H knows that they are blankets and can say both the words “blanket” and “covers”, he calls his blanket “night-night”.  The blanket that he sleeps with at home is “night-night.”  The blanket he naps with at daycare is “Maggie night-night” , because – you guessed it – his daycare provider’s name is Maggie. 

Anyway, on Sunday evening, I finally snuck off to wash the “night-nights” after H got up from nap and was busy playing outside.  He was having a particulary rotten day, at least as far as Blue Eyes and I were concerned.  He was driving us bonkers with his terrible two stuff.  Absolutely bonkers.  He was so bad that we thought we had the wrong kid.  But no, it was H and he was simply rotten.

Once the night-nights were dry, I brought them up to the family room, folded the laundry, and put the clean and folded laundry into the laundry basket.  H saw his night-night and became VERY happy. 

H:  My night-night!  Mommy!  Thank you!  My night-night!

Mommy:  You’re welcome, H.  I’m glad you’re happy.

H:  Daddy!  Look!  My night-night!  It’s hot!  (warm from the dryer)

Daddy:  That’s great, H!

I left H in the family room and turned toward the kitchen where Blue Eyes was standing.  I told him that I was so happy that H was finally happy after such a rotten day. 

Then we heard H say this as he snuggled with his night-night:

“I Lub you, night-night.”

He’s right, of course.  What’s not to love? 

And that’s when I knew that H’s simple statement, “I Lub You, Night-Night” was the perfect spin.

I Lub You, H.