One afternoon as we sat in the park, Lila nestled between Tom and me, she reached for my hand. Her tiny fingers squeezed mine, and she tilted her face upward with that radiant smile of hers.
“Mommy,” she said softly, “thank you for finding me.
I knew you would.”
Her words hit me. Tears spilled from my eyes as I choked out, “Oh, Lila…” I tried to hold it together, but I couldn’t.
Tom reached over, pulling both of us into a hug, his own tears glistening. “You found us, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
Lila giggled, her hands brushing our tear-streaked faces.
“You guys sniffle so loud!”
We all laughed through our tears, the warmth of that moment wrapping around us like a blanket.
So yeah, sometimes, late at night, I still catch Tom sneaking to the basement.
But now, it’s just love in action.
Source: amomama
