Yesterday, after I finished resetting the latch plate on the loom room door, I turned around to see Emma looking at me oddly. Wondering what was up, I asked if everything was ok.
She looked at me and said "Mom, you're good at fixing things. You're a strong, independent woman, and I'm learning to be one too."
I didn't really know what to say. I wasn't even sure if she was just quoting a book or something. I was afraid I was going to burst into tears.
I settled for an arms-waving-in-the-air shout of YAY US!!! and a big hug.