Emma made a picture for me. She spent several hours on it, toiling away at the gym nursery and then continuing at home. She said it was "the harderest" drawing she has ever done. When she finished, she made me close my eyes before whipping the picture from behind her back and exclaiming, "Happy Birthday!" I reminded her that my birthday is still two months away. "I didn't want to forget," she explained.
I love that she created something so beautiful and specific just for me. I actually got a lump in my throat when I saw it. I plan to hang it in my room so I can gaze intently at the picture whenever she's in a time out and shouting that I am a stupid mother.
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