As I sit here tonight holding Miss Payton while she sleeps, I keep replaying a certain moment that I had with her several months ago. The two of us were laying on the couch and had just finished up reading some bedtime stories. I kissed her forehead as she snuggled up next to me to drift off to sleep. I closed my eyes for a quick cat nap next her like I usually do as I put her to bed. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to see if she was asleep enough for Ryan to carry her to bed. As I peaked over at her, to my surprise, she was watching me, and we instantly made eye contact. As soon as I looked at her, she whispered, "I love you, mom."
The significance of that moment is that I instantly knew that Payton was telling me this because she sincerely FELT it. Sure she had told me she loved me several times prior to this. but something about this time was different. She wasn't saying it to make me feel good, get praised, to be kind, or because I said it first. She was saying it because she actually FELT it. It's one of those parenting moments I hope to never forget.
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