A few minutes ago, when the barista handed me my chai, I smiled at her and said "Thank you, Love..." And as we walked away Ezra (5) whispered to me, "Why did you call her 'Love' Mama?" Humored by his question, knowing after 5 years by my side he must be used to my calling everybody 'Love', I responded: "Because I was calling her by her true name..." He giggled, looking up at me, grabbing my free hand, then said "You think that's EVERYBODY'S true name, don't you Mom?" And I answered with playful delight: "Yes!" And he said, all quizzical-like, "Billions of people in our world, and everyone has the same true name?" I shrugged, smiling "Yep~ that's what I believe. Everyone in the world is Love." We reached the car and he did a little joyous hop and skip, then he kissed my hand before letting it go and said: "Ok Mama Love."
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