The first thing she said was "I love you, mom." In her sweet, sleepy morning voice.
Those fleeting moments of tucking her in and waking her up are so special to me.
The other night at bedtime she said:
"Sometimes when you say goodnight and walk away, I cry a little because I miss you."
I told her- "So do I..." But I don't think she understands.
There is just never enough time to compensate for all the love I have.
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