I think you wike me mom and dad

When your child, in their little three year old voice says "I think you wike (his way of pronouncing like) me mom and dad" it simply melts your heart. That is how our evening with Matt ended yesterday.

Did he somewhere in his mind know that today would be such an emotionally harsh day and that it would be my reflection of those very words to get me through it? Somehow I really want to believe that is the case. He wanted to go out for a walk today. It was overcast so I thought it would be okay to take him out.

We did not get very far when he began to cover his sunglasses and scream. Then he attempted to get his fingers under the glasses to rub them. I quickly reacted by squatting down to ask what was bothering him. "My  eyes they hurt, the sun is hurting my eyes!" I grabbed his cane and he reached for me to pick him up. I carried him back to the house and took him inside. After getting him calm, I experienced a moment of sadness as I observed him settling for standing and looking out the window....

He got it right, I do wike him very very much.