I should've known what was coming...

You & I were laying on the couch reading stories. You were petting my hair as I read to you & holding your hand over my brow to protect me from the light, something you just always seemed to do. You looked so contemplative, like you were thinking to yourself rather than listening to the stories. I stopped reading, just watching your beautiful face as you thought. Then you spoke, "Mama, you are so pretty." I opened my mouth to tell you how sweet you were, then you finished your thought, "...but not as pretty as me..."

I cannot argue with that, my beautiful, amazing daughter!