She walked through the door, her backpack hanging off of her shoulder.
“Hey girl!” I said as I scooped her up into my arms. I carried her to the sofa, sat down and placed her onto my lap.
“How was school?” I asked.
She began telling me about her day. As she was talking, she put her hands on my cheeks and looked at my face. I smiled, because it was totally sweet and I love her so much.
“You know what, Mom?” She said as she held my face in her hands.
“What?” I responded lovingly, expecting her to say something precious.
I told her I didn’t think that was a kind thing to say. She assured me she wasn’t trying to hurt my feelings or be mean. She just thought my face looked a little puffy, was all.
Five minutes later, she walked into my room and handed me half of her cookie. Because she just loves me so much.
She’s good, that girl.