Today while driving to get Will's hair cut, I asked him who he was going to invite to his upcoming birthday party. We are going to a place where they do indoor skydiving and since it's pretty pricey, he has to keep his guest list down to just four friends. Will rattled off the list of friends he wanted to invite and Olivia got really sad.
"He's not even going to invite me to his party mommy!" she cried, from the backseat.
"Yes I am!" Will exclaimed. "You're the number one person on my list! I want you to come to my birthday party more than I want anyone else!"
That did the trick. She was happy and I was crying. This was one of those days I just savored the thought that I've done something right as their mommy.