Darrick and I went out with friends tonight, and Grandma came over to babysit. We got home about 2 hours past bedtime, and Darrick went straight up to bed. I'm sitting on the couch reading when I hear a thump, then one of the doors upstairs opening.
Curious, I go up and see Luca's door open. She's on her bed, so I sit and ask if she's ok. "I was sad for you while you were gone," she tells me. I scoop her into my lap and say, "Oh, but Grandma was so nice to you, right?"
"Yeah," she smiles. And then, "Even when you're gone you're here."
"Yeah, baby. I'm always with you."
"Even you are always in my heart," she answers.
Seriously, this kid kills me sometimes.