Today I am grateful that Baylor told me, several times in fact, before he went to bed that he loves me. It's not every night that this happens; quite often I will say "Sweet dreams!" and "I love you, love you, love you!" as I'm leaving his room and he won't/doesn't respond. I know he loves me, and I'm sure part of it is that he's really tired, so I tend to just let it go. But it is awesome to hear him say it and respond like he is supposed to.
Gotta love the small victories!
Have a wonderful night!