Daddy, do you love me?

Every day.

Sometimes multiple times a day.

For the last month.

Some where in the house,

or the car,

or at the store,

Sister will stop her Daddy, look at him, and ask, "Daddy, do you love me?"

He smiles his sweet smile, and says, "Yes, sweety, I love you."

It melts my heart every time.

Seriously, I cannot express how full my heart is to be the mother of 3 children with Fragile X Syndrome.

This picture was taken on her 5th birthday a few years ago. (You'll notice Sister's smaller teeth and Marc has hair...)