Last night, I laid down on the living room floor to relax just before putting my kids to bed.
My oldest daughter had decided to relive some of her earliest childhood by watching a Blue's Clues DVD. She was laying on the couch above me.
Without warning, she plopped down right on top of me, and she wrapped her arms around me. She slid down to where I could embrace her and snuggle down as she watched the show.
A few moments passed, and she said, "You're filling my bucket, Daddy."
"What?" I replied.
Apparently, they had read some sort of book at school about filling and emptying emotional buckets--kind of like Gary Chapman's The Five Love Languages stuff. I didn't know this until Kiera explained later.
"You're filling my bucket," she repeated.
"With what?" I asked.
"With love." With that, she gave me a kiss and then she rubbed noses with me in an Eskimo kiss.
"I love you, Daddy."
My heart melted.