Today Sanders walked into the living room. I was in the kitchen. He stopped, looked at me, gasped, and then ran and put his little arms around me legs.
Looking up at my face he said, "I feel love with you! I want to marry you!"
"You do? What did I do to earn your love?"
"You snuggle with me."
Tonight he set the table and whispered to me, "I gave you the first fork because you snuggle with me."
Those two little interactions make everything worth it and then some.