The way Nevan brings his face in close to mine, eye to eye, and says softly "what's wrong, mama?" or "what hurts?" if I accidently hurt myself or if I seem too serious. That is real love. He genuinely cares about me.
The way he bops his head to the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song.
The way he lifts his arms and says "take me, take me!" when he wants me to pick him up, or if he gets hurt.
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