So Z and I have a bit of friendly competition about how much we love each other. It started with:
Z: I love you, Amma!
Me: I love you too.
Z: But 2 is so little!
Ever since then we love each other in numbers. 10, 100, 1000, million, billion, trillion, gazillion!
When we can’t think of a number high enough, we move to heights.
Me: Z, I love you all the way to the sky.
Z: I love you up above the sky. No, above the sky, the sun, and the moon!
Me: Whoa… No one loves me more than you!
Now who can top that?
Apparently my daughter believes in competing with herself. Today’s declaration tops all her previous declarations.
Z: Amma, I love you more than myself.
Me: *speechless and very near tears in the middle of a mall*
My cup has officially run over. Alhamdolillah.