Princess is sick. Fever in the 102+ range. At that temp, kid's go two ways: ornery or lovey. Gman was both when he had it 2 days ago, but she gets lovey. Here's the convo we had:
Princess: I love you, Mom.
Me: I love you too, Sweetheart.
Princess: You're the best mom.
Me: Well, you're the best daughter!
Princess: You are special.
Me (heart melting): You are special too, Sweetie.
These are the little moments that make the mess, late-night screaming, continuous mopping, tons of laundry, sibling bickering, and crayon marks feel like a worthwhile trade-off.
The things we leave behind.
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