my 8 year old philosopher.

“I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.”

I stepped into work today after a roller coaster of emotions and up's and down's and loops, that was my past week. I happened to look to my right and unusually my favorite kid, Jacob, was sitting at the table next to where the chess board is. It was odd because he usually sits in the front on the left. I felt like it was gonna be a good day.

Today I promised myself I'd avoid letting him get me off track during lessons about money and multiplication. Epic fail for sure. "Danielle does it bother you that you don't have a real boyfriend besides me?" (Yes, he calls himself my boyfriend) "No, not really. I like doing math alone. I don't need anybody else right now." "Does it bother you that maybe you'll never meet someone who likes you for real?" "Sometimes." "Danielle, I think you're beautiful and smokin' and perfect and you will always have me, but one day you'll fall in love with some other guy, who isn't me, but he better be nice to you because you were mine first. All pretty and smart girls like you are made to have someone nice to love you because you spent a long time being nice to everybody." (Exact words guys) "Thank you Jacob." "You're welcome Miss Danielle now lets talk about my muscles from tying cool knots at boy scouts."

Oh, Jacob, you are such a stud. I hope he's right, but if he's wrong, I know I'll always be good enough for me and isn't that enough right now? :)