Didn’t See That One Coming
Saoirse walked up to me in the laundry room yesterday and asked me for a hug.
“You’re the best mom in the world,” she said. “I don’t tell you that often enough.”
I stood still for a moment, speechless.
I think I was trying to memorize the last sentence of what she said: I don’t tell you often enough.
But what I was really thinking was, Oh, my little girl.
You’ve already told me more than I could ever hope for.