I’ve told you before how much I adore love notes. Well, I wasn’t just talking about love notes from M.

My niece is becoming quite the scholar. Recently she and I shared our birthdays together with a dinner at our favorite breadstick joint. As she walked in she delivered me a precious rose plant with this sweet note.

I cried. Of course I cried. I’m getting old and very emotional. Like a menopausal pregnant woman. None of which I am! Far from both. I hope, anyways.

Then I cried again some more.

The kid kills me with her every little move. I can’t imagine that I will ever love a little person as much as I do her, little B man, or C Dub.