My daughter lay on my chest listening to my breathing. I smelled the floral shampoo in her puffy, blond hair. She’d been in trouble a moment before and this was our way of moving forward.
“Mom?” she murmured.
“Hmmm?” I thought about how these days are flying past me, faster than I can remember them.
“Mom? I love you. Very much.” Her voice sounded small and sleepy.
“Well, I love you too. Very, very much.” I hoped she’d always say these things to me.
“So, can you speak in a French accent?” she asked, as if needing a favor.
“Uh…oui.” I didn’t hesitate.
And I think to myself, Maybe one of the things I do best for my kids is to never be surprised.