"Me ike you"

I hung out with some friends in Canmore for the weekend, and took care of their children overnight on Saturday.

I'm not a kid person, but I do love those three children.

The youngest is a three year old boy - a ball of energy and intensity who communicates with his whole body.

He told me, at several points through the weekend "Isa, me ike you." There's something about the love of a child that is penetrating my heart deeply right now, and bringing warmth to me, and a smile.