This morning my oldest daughter came bouncing in my bedroom (way too early, of course) to bombard me with the the trillions of birthday cards she had created for me over the last week and had hidden in her very secret, never to be talked about hiding place.
For a moment, seeing her excitement over what used to be described as my special day, but is just now known to me as September 14 ... that day I was born, made me think she changed her ways ... she was not turning this into an "all about her" moment, like usual. And then she spoke. In the most loving, sweet, kind voice...
"Mommy? I'm so glad I could give you your birthday wish."
I looked at her wondering how she knew I was hoping I'd walk downstairs and discover that Big Daddy had installed wood floors throughout the entire main living area while I slept. And then she continued ...
"Your wish came true. You get to watch ME play soccer tonight."
And yes, ME was emphasized.
