It's the little moments that stay with me when I can't find anywhere to turn. Impeding each other down a hallway in a silly race on toy cars. Laughing at jokes that only you and I can understand. And most of all, I guess, you tell me so, because you know I could forget.
It's the moments when you made me feel brave with nothing but a word, when so many others have made me feel small for taking me at my word. Its for talking to me like an equal when I've always looked up to you. And for those moments when you tell me I've done well because you know I need reminding.
It's those moments when you've held me even when others could see. For telling me I'm clever when I've long forgotten so. Through thick or thin, cold or breathlessness, I hold a place in your heart, and somehow, I know I'm always welcome there.
It's the little things. Others have tried gestures of grand repute that hammer me beneath the soil, but you are blessed by God above with words, smiles, and purest love that shine through when you look at me. That is how I know you love me. Because somehow, you can see me every time.
