“I love you so much!” one of my younger daughters said as she squeezed me in a tight hug.
“I love you too,” I whispered in her ear, squeezing back firmly.
Then she stuck her hand in my face.
I laughed. “Why did you do that?”
“So I can remember when I’m mad at you!”
Hmm, good idea. Maybe I should write my husband’s name on my palm…for the next time we have one of those stupid marital spats!