We have family coming tomorrow for a week long visit and Mogs and I have colds. We had a rough morning together as I began getting the house in order. There were many d-e-m-a-n-d-s, cat food poured into the water dish, repeated warnings about the consumption of unripe strawberries, tantrum when I told her she couldn’t wear tap shoes in the garden, stubbed toes (mine, not hers), and many, many messes made.
As we were heading upstairs for naptime she casually said she loved me for the very first time. The rest of the day still turned out to be really hard; but, oh my goodness, she loves me!
Mogs “petending to be a monkey”
I’m pretty sure I haven’t–in 4.5 years worth of talking–gotten a verbalized “I Love You” from my daughter (I’ve gotten many, many hugs, snuggles, and other signs of love, of course–just not the words). Every once in a while I find myself fishing for an ILY….my sign that I’m *really* tired and need a break….