last night i was laying in bed with adalaide, tucking her in. she was kissing my forehead over and over, and being oh-so-sweet. out of the blue she said:
‘i love mommy. and tabouli. and i love caprese. and watching the cooking show. and going night-night in you bed. and i love god, and daddy, and finley, and lyla. and i love going like dis (snuggles in closer to my face)’.
one to remember, for sure.