We were sitting on the floor – me, cross legged and she in my lap – drawing on the chalkboard wall.
As I wrote the letters, she called them out:
L – O – V – E
“What does that spell?” I asked.
“Mommy!” she said.
I just smiled, writing that word next. As before, she named the letters as I drew.
M – O – M – M – Y
Again, I asked, “What does that spell?”
“LOVE!” she exclaimed, so pleased with herself for knowing the answer.
Yes, sweet girl. She’s right, after all.
Love is mommy, and mommy is love.