Each morning you bounce into our room to tell us you ‘waited for the sunshine’ I’m often tired, but just seeing you so happy makes me smile.
You help me with mundane chores, boring washing and cleaning that we make into a fun game. Housework isn’t so boring with you around.
You cry when your little brother pulls your hair or breaks your towers down you have made so carefully, yet as quickly as you cry, you smile forgivingly at him when he says sorry. Your forgiving ways make me smile.
Your love of cake makes me smile. My cake partner. My partner in cake crime. (We rarely leave any for Daddy!)
You draw pictures that tell a thousand stories. I collect them all. Boxes and folders full, that I know I should discard perhaps a few, but can’t. They make me smile.
You tell me I’m ‘the bestest mummy in the whole widest world’ and my heart just bursts. It makes me feel amazing, wonderful, and proud. It make me smile.
You make me smile.
Everyday.
February 19, 2013
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