This girl and I have a thing where we say "I love you so much" to each other.
And it kind of turns into a competition.
I say it, she says it, I say it with more gumption, she says it with more spunk.
We might get louder, or a little more feisty.
Just this morning, I was getting ready to head outside.
I had gotten her up to the table with some chocolate chips (her request) and a piece of banana and some water.
I said, "I love you so much," and it ensued.
We ended up just looking at each other and laughing as it carried on.
Almost two weeks ago, a warm Sunday afternoon, I was down.
Feeling really sad, and it wasn't really in my hands to change what it was that had me down.
I lay outside in the back yard underneath the huge elm tree, looking at the leaves and thinking about my life.
I just wanted to be alone and told the kids as much.
I needed a few minutes.
But then, very quietly, the Little Miss came up behind me.
She touched me and just said, in a very small, quiet voice,
"Mom, I love you so much."
She didn't wait for me to say anything or turn around and acknowledge her.
She said it, turned, and walked back into the house.
Some moments, like that one, are ones I want to bottle up for their sweetness.