One of my most favorite moments this summer happened about a month ago. The whole family was at the park, swinging and sliding. Running and jumping and laughing under a gorgeous blue sky. Grace and I were walking hand-in-hand from the restroom when she stopped, looked up at me and said "Mama, you're my beff friend."
It stopped me in my tracks. I kneeled, gave her a huge hug and told her she was one of my best friends, too.
She had no idea the way those words warmed my heart. No idea that I was already tucking them into a lockbox, safe from her teenage years. Safe from slamming doors and shouts of "It's not fair!" Safe from rolled eyes and cold shoulders. Safe from silent treatments and full-blown tantrums.
When the going gets tough, (Grace is known for her dramatic flair -- I'm sure it will get tough) I will slip into a quiet room, close my eyes and remember the day that I was her beff friend.