When he says I love you without saying a word

I know it sounds like a song right.
But it's not.
It is my little boy crying to be picked up at bedtime
Refusing to listen to a story in his crib, preferring the comfort of his Daddy's lap and read a story to himself in his crib
Squeezing himself up close to the bookshelf to pick out what he wants to read and handing it to one of us.
Crying to be held as soon as he is put in his crib at lights out
Wanting only his Mamma to hold him
Squeezing his hands around my neck, playing with my hair, putting his head on my shoulder
Squeezing my neck tighter as I tell him how much I love him
Looking up at me and puckering his little lips to give me a kiss right on my lips
Still squeezing me tighter, not wanting to be put down
Not being manipulative and trying to get me to keep him up later
But genuinely missing his Mamma
Wanting to be held by nobody but her
It means the world
He is my world