Is this a heart, mommy? Or is it you and daddy kissing? He put his hand over his mouth and giggled at the thought. And he was right, depending on how you look at it, it could be either.
Did he paint it that way purposefully? I doubt it. I think he just noticed what he had after the paint dried. He's like me in that way.
I often just sit down to write not really knowing where it will lead, thoughts following fingers, and only realizing afterward what I wanted to say.
When Tyler was a toddler he would run to stand between us arms outstretched whenever he caught Ryan and I in an embrace. It became and game to him, keep mom and dad apart. We would purposely get his attention as we hugged. It was our game too. He's given this up now. Ryan and I haven't.
Now Tyler paints a heart at school and sees his mommy and daddy in it like an inkblot test. We are what love looks like to him. My heart swells.
These days our resident toddler, Zachary, has a different reaction than that of his two brothers. When daddy comes home, they run to him and he scoops them up. Zachary runs to me and can't wait to get daddy and I together holding my thigh and daddy's in his little locked arms. We, us together, are what love looks like to him as well.