Sweet 16

On the eve of her 16th birthday, Jillian looked at a crying Connell and sighed.

"I don't know how you put up with this all day."

"What?"

"The crying and holding and whining."

I wasn't sure how to explain it to her.  Her life experience hasn't taught her the giving end of momma-love.  So I tried.

"You were like this.  And every second was worth it.  I mean, you're pretty amazing, right?"

"Eh."

"Oh shush.  You're amazing.  I think so.  Dad thinks so.  Your aunts thing so.  It's common knowledge.  So I manage the crying and whining and holding because I know the end result is worth every gray hair."

My Bookends playing dress up.