Molly Whispers

Some time in the last two years, Molly and I started a little tradition that only the two of us are a part of.  Molly comes up to me, cups her hands over my ear, and quietly whispers: "I love you!".  I whisper back: "I love you more!".  She gives a little giggle and whispers: "No, I love YOU more!"

Sometimes we get caught and people want to know the secret.  I tell her she should let them in on it.  She walks over, or sometimes skips, and cups their ear and whispers: "I love you!".  I love to see the semi-annoyed perhaps offended face melt into a smile.  She is nearly always rewarded with a hug and a sweet whisper in her own ear.

Somehow Molly knows just when I could use those three words in my ear.  Today she whispered them in my ear at Mass and I melted into tears.  I'd been thinking about family far away that I wish I could be nearer.

We also use this system after we have both gotten mad at each other.  I whisper: "I'm sorry, will you forgive me?" and she whispers back, "Yes, and I'm sorry I made you mad!  I promise I will never do it again!"  We have this conversation on just about a daily basis.  We also discuss the meaning of "I promise!"  It's a work in progress.

I love those whispers.  I hope they never stop.  Those, along with Dom's hugs he freely offers, John's kisses, and Will's eagerness to share his stories and thoughts on topics are all the Valentines I need this year.  Happy Valentine's Day.