Had to get up early this morning to meet a guy at Eastern Market for a tour of LGBT sites for a story I'm working on for The Post. I had quietly gotten out of bed and showered, only to find that Rachel, while I was showering, crawled out of her bed and into the guest bedroom, her blanket with her and her Groucho Marx-like nose and glasses on.
She tried to grab onto me but I gently disengaged myself, saying that I really had to get ready.
As I was finishing up, she got out of bed, pointed her arm at me and said, "Remember. You are the best mommy in the whole world of mommies."
Nothing could dim my mood after that. The fact that it was in the mid-60s and sunny helped, but still...it was a great day because Rachel started it out that way.
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