I've been enjoying the fact that Chael has finally learned to say "I love you" to me. He says it at random times and he typically punctuates it by pulling me close and hanging on my neck before planting a big wet kiss on my lips.
Finally! after all the sleepless nights; after years of smothering him with unconditional and what I thought, up until recently, was unrequited love; my baby boy has finally learned to articulate what is arguably the most profound and complex human emotion. And he is saying it to me because I am obviously the BEST dad in the world.
Then the unthinkable happened: After receiving our food delivery tonight, Chael opened the door and called out to the food delivery person as he was walking away, enthusiastically waved goodbye and yelled "I LOVE YOU!!!" at the top of his lungs.
This, my friends, is what
betrayal feels like.
EDIT: I'd be lying if I said I haven't said "I love you" to a Food Panda delivery guy on more than one occasion, but still.