Today Reed was bored, and eventually dejected, when our day was yielding nothing exciting. (What can I say? Jaxon and I had the stomach flu yesterday; today was a day of purposeful laziness.)
Finally he was literally bored to tears, though we had offered numerous options for entertainment, so I cuddled him on the couch and read to him for a little bit. After a while, he was peaceful and happy, and I said,
"See? Even though we don't have something exciting planned for every day, I'm here, and I'll always cuddle you or maybe even read to you."
He said, "Yeah. Except when you die."
Me: "Well, but I'm alive and will be for a long, long time..."
Reed: "Maybe I would jump in your grave."
Then he hugged me ferociously, a giant smile on his face, his eyes screwed shut.
Though this may sound morbid to the everyday observer, in Boy Language, this is a proclamation of love, plain and straightforward. More eloquently put, he might have said, "I can't imagine life without you."
Plain and straightforward, I can't imagine my life without him, either.