Tonight Rory wanted to write me a note. To surprise me. I heard her, at the table, drafting carefully away. “I … Love … You…”
“How you write ‘because I’m your Mommy?”
I interpreted that she wanted me to write “because YOU’RE my Mommy,” and so I did, on a scrap of the holiday pad she was using, for her to copy. A few minutes she appeared at my elbow. “I have something for you! Surprise!”
And she handed me a small piece of paper that read, in careful letters, “I LOVV VV becauSe Yodre My GRINCH.”
Which, if you’ve ever met me, makes perfect sense.