He loves the bag, too

Adam and I were out in the back yard yesterday raking leaves. Well, I was raking, he was plowing through the piles. But that's what you're supposed to do, right? Anyway, he came over and told me again, "I love you, mommy". I responded in kind with the same amount of affection that overcame me the first time he said that. Then he walks over to the bag of raked up leaves and lovingly leans on and says "I love the bag, mommy."

It was a very special bag.