I promise that next time you respond to my “can you please do this task for me? “ with; “My tummy hurts…” I will believe you. And I will hand you a bucket and lay you down on the couch pdq. Because I really don’t like the sound of a stomach full of soup hitting the lino… especially the lino that I JUST finished washing….especially when your father is not home to rescue me from the Puke Villain like the knight in shining armor that he is.
I love it when we are sitting at the table after supper and you reach your little hand over and rub my shoulder blade or slip your hand in mine.
My heart melts when I see you snuggling with The Rugrat, reading him stories and making him laugh.
I am so proud of how you play with other kids, how you don’t get involved in tiffs and are always careful to be a peacemaker or distance yourself from troublesome situations.







