Today, she wrote me a note. It said Reagan hearts Mama. How simple yet profound. Seriously I choked back tears like I am right now as I type this. She proceeded to follow it up with instructions on how to cook a Kid Cuisine frozen dinner. She wanted the spaghetti one and she wanted to put the white cheese on it herself. Why you ask? She explained it very clearly. She looked me straight into my eyes and explained very slowly that the kid must put the cheese on it because it is a KID CUISINE. The kid puts the cheese on it.

I love her in so many ways. I love the way she loves me even when I am not a perfect mother. I love to watch her love other people. I love to hear her giggle. I love the way she sings with me in the car *very loudly*. I just love her over and over and over and over. She will find me tear up when I realize how much she is growing up and how much I miss her when we are apart. She will often say *Why are you crying? Is it because you love me so much?* You know it, girl, you know it.