I was sitting at a coffee shop with my daughter the other day, and she was eating one of those puréed fruit packets they sell there. She hadn’t had one in a while, and when it was almost gone I asked if she wanted me to push it up so she could get it all. Then I told her about how when she was little she would eat lots of fruit packets while riding in the stroller, and when she was almost finished she would hand it to me and say, “pushitup.” She was just a baby, and it sounded like one big word. She said, “I remember that!” Then we sat quietly for a few minutes, looking out the window at the people walking by. Suddenly she looked at me and said, “I think you’re the nicest mommy in the whole world.” She had never said that to me before. I want to remember it forever.