all you need is love

While sifting through old files on a hard drive recently, I found a 10-minute string of old voicemail messages from Wyatt and Seth when they were 3 and 4 years old. My sons would call me while I was at work or away on a trip. “Daddy, I love you,” a tinny, young voice crackled. “When you get home, can we go for a bike ride?” My favorite was the message when Wyatt simply repeated, in staccato fashion, “I-love-you-Daddy. I-love-you-Daddy. I-love-you-Daddy.” Tears came as I remembered those beautiful days, tears born of intense love.