This morning...

...as Alyssa was getting out of the car, she said, "Momma, I need to tell you something."

(That usually means that she's probably done something that she thinks she wasn't really supposed to do, and she's telling on herself. It's usually nothing major, but I prepared myself anyway.)

Me..."What baby? And don't forget to grab your lunchbox."

A..."I love you."

Me..."Love you too, sweetie." (Insert huge smiles at each other.) "Now let's hurry so we're not late. Got your lunchbox?"


A..."Yes ma'am...Let's hurry, Mommy. I don't want to miss opening prayer!"

Love. Every. Second.