Sometimes I wonder if my daughter realizes how much she is loved. Other times, I am sure that she knows.
I was with her at family weekend. We called my parents to say ‘hello’ and to let them sing happy birthday to my daughter. Her face lit up as she spoke with my parents, she was all smiles as she heard them sing.
At the end of the call, as she always does, my mom gives her 3 kisses. One for each dimple and one for my daughter’s cute little nose. My daughter holds the phone up to one dimpled cheek, then the other, then up in front of her nose. Just looking at her, watching her accept the kisses over the phone, I had no doubt.
Today, I’m sure she knows she is well loved.