The entourage was in the midst of bedtime chaos. Nudity and noise. Etienne somehow got hold my wedding ring and I heard it clang into the sink. It spun around the drain but managed to land directly in the middle of the cover. Whew! Of course, I didn't react with my "trust based attachment mode" I scolded him and then moved on. A couple of minutes later I glanced over at the unusually quiet kid sitting against the door. He had 2 big tears sliding down his face. Wasn't screaming, yelling or pounding anything. I asked him if those were tears. (I know, stupid question, but it was genuine shock). He nodded.
"I just feel sad that I almost lost your wedding ring."What?! I hugged him tight and cried. I told him that I wasn't sorry that he felt sad for hurting me because it meant that a little corner of his heart got a bit squishy and open for love. I told him that this was the best birthday present I could have asked for. It was.
Side note: my card from Blake was signed "Your son, Blake," while Molly made me a paper heart and the above sunglasses. Then there is Zeke. He drew a picture of him and I both turned into tornadoes, holding hands. Nothing says "I love Mama" like two twisters.