Tonight, I read the younger girls a story about a family. Becky stopped me when I turned to a page with a picture of a mom and daughter and said, "P. Oh-len, you is the mom, and I is your baby." Then she started rubbing my back the way I always do to her and said, "You is the good mom."
I never knew my heart could feel like this.
ahhhhhhhh.
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