But we all know that I am not sappy like that.
Instead, I looked at your sweet sleeping face and wondered where the black marker was hiding.
I drew on the eyebrows, smiling as I remembered the screaming fit you threw when I said no to a freezie after breakfast.
In return for repeatedly knocking over the block towers that your brother painstakingly built, I brushed on a mustache.
Not eating your supper earned you a goatee.
I love being a parent and I especially love being your mom. But sometimes a mama just needs bit of a reward for this whole parenting gig.