I sit at the dining table, officiating at Dictation with My Girl, as the little boys play in the basement playroom.
A little voice drifts up the stairs, a touch of the imperative in the tone:
"Mom, can you come here?"
I sigh (yes, I admit it) and return the call:
"What do you need?" (Did I manage to keep the impatience out of my voice?)
"You."
A simple reply. It melts my heart. How could anyone say no to that request? He doesn't need something. He needs someone. He needs ME.
So I go.
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