Yeah, I Cried

T: "Ma, are you proud and/or happy to be my mum?"
T's Mum: "Yes, dear! I am! And I hope that in all of my future lives, I can continue to be your mum."
Me (to myself): "Aww snif!"
T: "Awww. But but but ... what if I end up being a dog?"
T's Mum: "Then I hope that I can be your doggy mum."
T: "Awwwww. But but but ... what if I end up being a pine tree?"
T's Mum: "Then I hope that I can be a pine tree first, years ahead of you, so I can drop the pine cone that will become you and have you grow up right next to me, under my branches, so I can shade and protect you."
Me (and I'm sure I was not alone): "*AWWW SNIF!!!!!!*"

T, 2 months ago, holding strong despite her body's protests.

T, 2 days ago, with her rightfully proud and loving mum, as she tells us of the above dialogue between them.

Welcome back, T.