My mom spent the night this weekend. She slept on the trundle bed in Girl Child’s room. As I was wishing them both a good night, my mom said: I love you beyond the moon to the farthest star in the universe where the flowers grow prettiest.

Me: That’s lovely. Where is that from?

Her: You. You used to say it to me when you were very young.

Me: 🥹

You never know how your words will impact others. Keep sharing yours.