It was late at night. Everyone was camped on the living room floor, which is a tradition our family has on Friday nights. We typically let the kids drag their sleeping bags out and we watch movies until everyone falls asleep. On this particular night, Nathanael managed to stay awake longer than everyone so he and I were cuddling on the chair.
Unfortuantely our new kitten, Peter, wasn’t tired either and was attacking the sleeping children on the floor. I picked him up and was trying to settle him down in my lap. Peter was having none of this and began biting my fingers and scratching for release. This bothered Nathanael greatly!
“Mom. Give him to me.”
“He’s being naughty, Nathanael. I don’t want him to bite you.” I replied.
“But Mom! I would rather him bite my fingers than for him to bite yours!” he said earnestly.

Now if that isn’t the definition of love, I don’t know what is.
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July 24th, 2007 at 9:56 pm
Awww, how sweet is that? Your Friday night tradition sounds like fun!
July 25th, 2007 at 10:25 am
After having Nathanel for a few days, I know how full of love he is. I just love him so much, thanks for sharing him and Elly.
July 25th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
Great stufF!! Our new address under Clearwire is loisandbill@clearwire.net
July 25th, 2007 at 2:22 pm
Great stuff! Our new address is loisandbill@clearwire.net
July 27th, 2007 at 7:13 am
Jeff’s birthday today, do you have the picture of him in shorts?