Few and far between are the days that I don't hear a "Here Mommy, I made this for you," come from her. She is my creative little soul and her love language is coloring pictures, writing poems, or free-handing sketches as gifts. Our refrigerator, windows in the breakfast nook, my dresser and nightstand, and even my wallet overflow with little expressions of her love.
Even, and maybe even more so, on the days that I'm off my A-game as a mommy, she presents me with little scraps of her soul. May we all be as forgiving and loving as my sweet DQ.