Yesterday, as I took a moment away from the craziness, I sat in the hot tub trying to sooth some sore muscles. My husband and children had just been in it, but I got home right as they were getting out.
Maggie walked over to me with a very serious look on her face.
“Mom, you know when you sometimes get really mad at me?”
“Well, it would be nice for you tell me that you forgive me. I would like to hear that.”
“Of course I forgive you! Did you think that I didn’t? I always forgive you.”
She smiled and both of us held back a few tears.
“Well, from now on, you should say it out loud instead of just in your head,” she said.