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This morning we were getting ready — Sasha for preschool, and the rest of us for work.
She was the first to get dressed and stood waiting by the door.
I was throwing on my jacket and making a last-minute adjustment to my hair when she said, in a perfectly casual, grown-up voice:
– “By the way, Mommy! You look really great today!”
I couldn’t help but smile, and in that moment I remembered why I’d always dreamed of having a daughter. 😀
