Nothing makes me feel better than hearing these from a five year old's lips:
Crayola Faith: *climbs off her tricycle and sits next to Matt, hugging her knees* I think you shoud hab kids, Matt
mest matt up: -smiles- You do, do you?
Crayola Faith: *nods* You can be a nice daddy
mest matt up: -wraps his arm around Faith's shoulders-
Crayola Faith: *scoots in closer and leans against his side, resting her head against him*
Crayola Faith: *reaches up and hugs Matt*
mest matt up: -pulls Faith into his lap and snuggles with her-
Crayola Faith: *leans her head against his shoulder and sticks her fingers in her mouth then looks up at him* How come you're not married?
mest matt up: Um... -bites his lip- Nobody likes me enough to marry me. -laughs-
Crayola Faith: *perks up, smiling* I DO
Crayola Faith: *sits on Matt's lap*
Crayola Faith: I lub you
mest matt up: -strokes her back- I love you too, kid
mest matt up: -falls asleep leaning against the wall-
Crayola Faith: *curls up on Matt's lap and falls asleep leaning against his chest*
mest matt up: -wraps his arms tighter around her protectively in sleep-
Crayola Faith: *sticks her thumb in her mouth and relaxes against him, sleeping deeply*
::picks Faith up and brings her to her room, pulling back the covers from her bed and sliding her in, tucking the blankets around her body. leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek then turns and leaves her room, leaving the nightlight on and closing the door behind him::
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