This week, I returned a library book that I didn't realize G was still reading. He was devastated - I mean, devastated. I think it may have had something to do with a number of late nights and early mornings, but my poor little man was so upset about this - unnaturally so for him. I felt horrible - I mean, horrible. Then as he's calming down, he says 'Mom, it's okay. I forgive you. I love you.' Such a precious moment. Unprompted, his response to me was to forgive. So while I hate that he was sad, I will treasure this moment.
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