When she paints your youngest daughter's finger nails on the porch.
And she does the dinner dishes while you get the kids ready for bed.
And she makes you breakfast.
And she brings pie and brownies when she comes.
And she doesn't like her picture taken so you have to sneak them when she's not looking.
And she and you spend hours catching up about anything and everything.
And she stays with the kids so you can go to the grocery store... alone.
And she plays Spot It, Ticket to Ride and Trash again and again and again with the kids.
And she gets up earlier than you so you can sleep in.
And you try to help her learn how to use her new cell phone but realize you don't know how to do it anymore than she does.
And the two of you go lookie loo-ing in antique shops together.
And she uses words like lookie loo.
And you try to think of a way to make her stay forever.
And she always has great parenting advice but only when you ask.
And she always takes your side and has your back.
And you find that as you grow older, you're really not that different from her anymore.
And she loves you unconditionally... always.