I fall into ruts all the time. I thrive on routine. I don't have to think in routines. Saying goodnight to the kids is a routine. Pray, say goodnight rhyme, hug, kiss, done. Except Elijah has to explain to me for the 134th time that he's having a hard time in a certain spot in his game. "You'll figure it out," I drone. "Yeah, I'll figure it out." Ok, so I turn to leave...
Elijah: Oh, and mom...?
Me: (Ugh) Yes?
Elijah: Thanks for putting new batteries in the Wii remote.
Me: You're welcome (turning to leave)
Elijah: Oh, and mom...?
Me: (behind the semi-closed door) Yes?
Elijah: I love you and I think you're great.
Me: Sigh (returning for a great big hug)
Elijah: I think you're great.
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