We took that picture at the park yesterday. See the love that is just emanating from … both… of our faces?
Yesterday morning, I was coming down the stairs, all ready for Church. Ali was at the bottom of the stairs, swinging on the handrail and looking adoringly up at me. In her sweetest, most loving voice, she said,
“I hate you, Mommy!”
Surely I misheard. She couldn’t POSSIBLY know that word.
“What did you say, honey?”
Lovingly, adoringly, “I hate you!”
“Baby, that’s not a nice word.”
She’s shocked and dismayed. Obviously, in her mind, it was a synonym for love.
“You should say ‘I love you Mommy’.”
“Oh. I love you Mommy.”
Hmmm…a rose by any other name just may not still feel like a rose.