From the Mouths of Babes

I was walking around Rockridge this evening, holding hands with my daughter when she fervently started yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" I stooped down and picked her up in my arms and asked what did she want. She looked at me, tilted her head to snuggle in my neck and said I Luh You. I've waited a year and a half for her to say that to me unprompted. All. On. Her. Own.