The sweetest gift I could've been given came from Chloe. As a general rule, our girls don't sleep in bed with us, unless of course they are scared or sick. Sunday night, as it was about to turn midnight, I hear Chloe let out a blood-curdling scream. I shot out of bed, ran into their room, assessed the situation in .42 seconds and realized that I had forgotten to turn on their nightlight. And nothing scares Chloe more than not having her nightlight on. So I took her out of bed and brought her to ours. She immediately fell asleep and I decided that I'd give her a few minutes and then put her back in bed. But I ended up falling asleep right along with her.
At about 2:00 AM, I was given the sweetest kiss. I woke up to Chloe about 2 inches from my face, patting my chest and whispering, "Sissy? Sissy?" I was so struck by how sweet, quiet, gentle and loving she was being.
"What is it, Chlo?" I asked her.
So I fixed her milk. Put her in bed. Turned on her nightlight. Tucked her in tight. And I got another kiss.
Before I shut the bedroom door, she said, "I love you momma."
There really is nothing better. I mean, I really enjoyed my gift of a miniature shopping spree at Forever21, but this beats cheap shirts and sunglasses any day. Well, not any day, but some days.
It's just one of those memories that I never want to forget.