Fable, seventeen-months old
Today, whilst rolling around in Archer's unmade bed I told Fable I loved her. I do this ten-thousand times a second, no doubt, but for the first time ever, she stopped, stuck her finger in my nose and said, very seriously, "ah-yuh-you, mama!"
And then she kissed me.
And I died.
It was a particularly shitty morning after some less than awesome news (about which, I will blog more in detail, tomorrow) but whatever.
I have a daughter who says "I love you," and a son who roots me on when I'm bowling and a husband who can pull off a face band-aid and still look hot.
Everything else is kind of insignificant.