Chloe handed me an envelope she had carefully taped closed.

“How was your day at school?”

She said it was great.

“How does it feel to be finished your first week of senior Kindergarten?”

She grinned, then yawned, then grinned mid-yawn. “Great, I made you this.”

I opened the letter and said, “I wonder what it could be.”

She told me it was something special she had worked on all week. Before I could even open the piece of folded, lined paper she blurted out, “It says, ‘Dear Mommy, I love you, love Chloe.’”

It sure does.