I love you

Tuesday when I picked Juliana up from school, she was NOT ready to go. I carried her out a la football style, under one arm, kicking and fussing to the van. Finally got her into the car seat, popped the pacifier in and hit the road home. A few minutes into the drive she took her pacifier out and said "I love you, I love you" then put the pacifier back in. I almost cried. It was so sweet, so innocent, so pure. It was like she knew what she wanted to say, and had known for awhile, but was just waiting for the perfect moment to say it...