I say this cautiously, all my children have been my favorite at one time or the other, and right now Luke is taking the cake. This evening we were out on the front porch whittling our sticks, when Luke says to me:
"Mom, don't ever grow up and leave this house I love you to much"
Me "I love you to, but you're the one that will grow up and leave this house"
Luke "I am so filled up with love, it's all love inside"
Me "I know just what your saying"
Luke "Do you feel the love"
Me "oh yeah I feel it all the time"
Luke "why"
Me "because you are my precious"
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