That's how I remember it, too!

While tucking Miss H into bed, I said to her, "I'm the luckiest Momma in the world because God gave me you."

She smiled that beautiful smile and said, "I'm not a momma, you are."

"That's right," I replied. "Remember that when you are thirteen."

Then she put her tiny girl hands on both of my cheeks, pulling my face to hers and told me, "I was born in the living room and then you were my momma. I looked at papa. Papa looked at me. And we were happy."

Yes, baby girl. Yes, indeed. I think you got it right. That's how I remember it, too.

We are all happy.