love, Marie.

I admit. I’m a baby. I’m sorry I’m not as independent as the modern world wants me to be.

But the real secret is this: I love being a baby.

I enjoy being coddled. I like it when he thinks I’m cute. I love it when he gushes over my pouts and how his eyes light up and a smile starts forming at his mouth and a laugh escapes him when he sees me acting stubborn. Or when I sulk, cross my arms, and stamp my foot. (Yes, I’m a baby, I’m very much aware.) Just because he thinks I’m cute when I act that way.

However, there are some things I can do without.. such as after waking to an empty house and finding no one around. You feel panicked although you’re used to being on your own but you feel like crying because no one was there when you woke up.

Those are times when I would run to the phone and give him a ring. Then I would wail, “B…. I just woke up.. and no one is around…….” and he’d just coo, “Aww.. you’re so cuteeeee…” and give me a kiss over the phone which helps me feel better immediately.

Sometimes I think that’s when I love him the most.