Today I was lamenting that I had to make the bed and didn’t want to. Tasha said “I’ll help you, Mom!”. I took her up on her offer and while she was changing the pillowcase on her Daddy’s pillow, she commented:
” This pillow has love in it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked
“Because Daddy sleeps on it”, she replied.
My heart was a big puddle of meltyness right about then!
