This morning, like every weekday morning, I delivered the children to their school just moments before the bell was to ring. Usually, they hop out, give a quick wave, and run to meet their classmates in line. Abigail always gives me a quick kiss on the cheek accompanied with an "I Love You!" before she leaves the car. This morning in her hurried rush, she hopped out without her usual routine. So not like Abby. As I was about to pull away, I noticed this sweet face running back to the van. I rolled the window down, curious as to why she had come back. My curiosity was diminished when I saw her coy smile. She blew me a kiss and very warmly said, "Mommy, I love you so much." My heart swelled and ached as I watched her ponytail bounce as she ran away to join her class. It swelled because I am so proud of the kind and lovely person this girl is becoming. It ached because I know how numbered these days are. Days where I am shuffling children to and fro. Where I fold piles of pink and purple clothing. Days where I hear numberless times, "Mommy, I love you so much."