Me: Love you Becca!
Becca: Love you bigger Mommy!
Me: Love you biggest!
Becca: Love you bestest!
It’s nothing much, really. Just a short little interchange between me and my cherub cheeked, grinning two year old. She runs about, strawberry blonde curls bouncing, shrieking in alternating bouts of joy and frustration. Her laughter swells my heart in inexplicable ways, and her screaming often threatens to melt the ear wax out of my ears. She is a walking dichotomy, this vibrant,[...]
