This came out of the blue yesterday as we were cleaning up her room.

"I picked you, Momma."


"I picked you to be my Momma."

"When did you pick me?"

"A long time ago last Saturday. I just did."

"Who told you that? Did someone tell you that at church?"

*exasperated* "No, Momma. I picked you to be my Momma and I picked Daddy to be my Daddy."

"Well, honey, that's sweet. Thank you for picking me. I think I probably picked you to be my daughter too."

"You made a good choice Momma."