Last night right before our bedtime prayers for the girls, G. gave me a big hug and we had this conversation:
G: “I have two loves, Mommy.”
Me: “Who are your two loves?”
G: “Them.” *points to my husband and L.
Me: “Daddy and L?”
Me: “Well, I have three loves, you, Daddy, and L. But Daddy is my best love.”
G: “You are MY best love!”
Then my husband interjected: “Well your smallest love needs your attention.” L. had been fussing for me the whole time.
I told him, “Sorry, G. and I were having a moment.”