He sings himself to sleep. Tonight he is humming God Bless the U.S.A., and I'm sitting here, smiling, wondering where he heard it. (School?) His rendition is passionate, though somewhat bogged down with the obvious sound of tiredness; he had a rather physical day. (Phill got him a soccer goal and a soccer ball and soccer socks and a soccer shirt yesterday....a big showing of love, considering for soccer, Phill has a deeply-rooted disgust. My sweet husband, fostering Reed's budding love of soccer. I hear you laughing, Eric, you soccer lover, you!) Reed did the grandmother voice for the book we read tonight. It made me laugh so hard I almost cried. His old lady voice is the funniest thing ever. It's completely unexpected out of his six-year-old-boy mouth.
Oh, Reed. I love you so much it hurts.