Tell Me about your day

When Mom and Dad were here, and I was feeling worthless, I would lay on the couch while Mom cooked supper and Isabelle would come and snuggle and tell me about her day. She tells me how she helps tie her classmates shoes. And how the once " mean girl" that hit her is now her friend and they play at recess together sometimes, how the " mean older boys who throw rocks at recess" are now nice, and hold the door and help her open her cookies at lunch. She also told me while out sick with the flu last week she missed her teacher. She also told me how some boys in her class were finding and the teacher was going to have to call their moms. She also has many questions about the baby, like, " are you going to be sick forever?" I tell the bigger the baby gets the better I'll feel. She thinks the baby is a girl since she wants a girl. I hope we can always be close because I love the mother/daughter relationship. I know there will be lots of issues as she becomes her own woman but I'm hoping I'll be her go to girl when she grows up and realizes what's really up. :) Right now I'm enjoying the snuggles and sharing.