A few mornings ago I woke up and Caroline was right in my face staring at me intently.
She reached out her little baby fat hands and rubbed my forehead gently in the sweetest gesture.
Then she got a little bit of a frown on her face and said, “Mama, how come I can see your brains on your forehead?”
Those aren’t brains.
They are wrinkles.
Thank you. Thank you very much.