Yesterday I was tired after dinner. I had dishes to do, a floor to sweep and food to put in the fridge. Abigail and Michaela had made little presents for me. But I confess I felt exhausted and that I had my own list of what needed to happen. Opening their gifts was one more thing to do.
But as I sat on the living room carpet, in the last moments before their bedtime, unwrapping their paper presents, I realized what I had missed. Abigail and Michaela had each made me a drawing. Abigail’s said: I LOVE YOU MOM.
Here I had thought it was one more thing to do. When all my daughter wanted was to tell me she loved me.
