Dear Children,
Your father sometimes accuses me of favoring one of you. If he was consistent about which one of you was the supposed favorite, I’d probably get mad at him. He isn’t, though. Sometimes he says Marshall is my favorite, and sometimes Livia. That’s fine, because he’s right.
When I see Marshall’s wonderful smile, watch him “fixing” things with his tools or building another fantastic vehicle out of blocks, or listen to him tell a story, then he is my favorite, without doubt.
When I see Livia’s wonderful smile, watch her air kissing or riding on her daddy’s back, or running with that joyful, dancing twist of foot and sway of head, then she is my favorite, absolutely.
And so it goes every day, back and forth, each of you getting to be the favorite in turn. I love you both so much.
Mom