Last night before bed, I sat Caroline down on the potty so hopefully she could have one last tee-tee before she went to sleep. I was kneeling down next to her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me close until our noses were touching and said, “I’m going to tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, beautiful girl named Mama”.
Does it even matter what the rest of the story was? My heart exploded into a millon tiny pieces.