I was trying to get Hannah down for a nap this afternoon before picking Rachel up. She was tired, but fidgety. She keep chewing on her raggedy security blanket, and then whispering to herself. I was lying down with her. She made her way down to my side of the bed. I had my head on the bottom of the bed. She smiled. I opened my mouth to tell her to put her head back down on her pillow. Then she put her face so close to mine I could feel the wetness of her breath, and she whispered, “I’m proud of you. I love you very much.”