She will say

All of this & more may happen within an hour at our house.

I will apologize for yelling.
She will say “I forgive you.”
She will say “I love you.”
She will keep playing.
I will cry in the garage,
reemerging with wet eyes.
Why is your nose pink, mama?

I will read him his favorite book.
I will leave room for him to declare the repeated refrain throughout the book:
“I know my mommy loves me!”
I hope he knows.

I will say “It’s okay, baby.”
I will shush in his ear. 
I will jiggle and jostle and bounce, his cheek pressed onto mine, his eyes looking over my shoulder. 
He will scream and produce endless tears. 
“It’s okay baby. Momma is with you.”
Will he remember this?

I will hold her chin in my hand.
I will ask her if she knows she’s loved.
She will point watery eyes toward me.
She will say “yes.”
She will kiss my cheek.
She will keep playing.

**Inspired by reading this book, which has many passages like this. One of the best books I’ve read and highly recommend.**