I realize if I just had a regular ol' run of the mill kind of 18-year-old at my house right now, he probably would not have me read to him at bedtime. He probably wouldn't fall asleep with his little face right next to mine while I was reading You Are Special by Max Lucado.
I'll take it:-)
"Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly.
"Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me." "