Some days, M is the one who gets me through with his kind words. (I'm a word-girl, after all.)
Last week he was so inspired that he started singing an "I love you" song. Some of my favorite lines went like this:
"I love you, Mom. I love you even when you *discipline* me."
"I love you, Mom. I love you so much that you do not even know it."
"I love you, Mom. I want to buy you the biggest Chinese plate." (he meant china plate; he knows how special the objects in the china cupboard are to me!)