Saying goodnight to the girls last night, I offered my usual, “Goodnight girls. I love you. I hope you sleep like angels” sort of salutation.
Lucy responded with what must have been the fondest thing she could wish for on my behalf:
“Good night Mama. I hope it’s your birthday when you wake up tomorrow.”
Ah, the brilliance of Lucy. Spoken perfectly like someone under the age of 25.
awesome.
yes. awesome.
That sweetness just makes me melt!