You know what? My daughter loves me. No, she really loves me. She doesn't care about my cellulite infested thighs or the stretch marks that adorn several of my body parts. Nope. She LOVES me. For me. She doesn't realize that there are probably better moms out there. Ones who keep the house cleaner, ones who cook fancier meals, ones who actually get dressed and do their hair every day. But she doesn't care. Because I'm HER mommy. And she loves me...and my banana muffins. I really think it has more to do with the muffins than anything else.
And you know what? I love her too. <3