Love of the Loved

SE and I were playing in our den one afternoon about four months ago. I was sitting on the couch and he was laying in my lap facing the ceiling laughing to tears (Jill was still on bed rest @ UAB). All of a suden he stopped laughing, smiled and pointed to the ceiling and said, "dare's Jesus!" I smiled back saying, "really?" with much doubt in my mind. He quickly said while pointing his hand a little bit further to the right "...an dare's Jesus Moder!". With a lot more curiosity I asked, "What is she saying?". His response, "can't tell yous Daddy" while smiling from ear to ear. I asked another time and he responded the same way. Now I'm not about to say that our home is Fatima, so don't vigil at our house please, but at that moment I knew he saw and heard what he said. It was a simple, quick and friendly moment. No harpsichord music, smoke or booming voices, it was just a moment, his moment. Since then I have imagined 1,000 over what he saw and "hopefully" heard (lottery numbers). What I do know is how proud I am of SE for his easy acceptance of another "peep" in the house. It makes me so happy and yet somewhat sad to see him grow, even just a little.