I'll show her some pictures.....
Of my basement wall, 20 feet of which is decorated in pen wielded by her little hand....
Or her bedroom wall which was beautifully wallpapered until she decided to occupy herself with unwrapping the wall....
Or my vanity bench on which she tested all my lipstick colors (Rowan deserves some credit here also)....
Or my border going downstairs that she picks on the way....
Or the sharpie on precious old wood...
Or the fact that I teach six little girls ballet in the basement because she loves to dance. If she ever doubts my love I can show her tangible evidence that my love was unconditional, patient, and forgiving (generally). I can show her the china she broke, the books she shredded, the clothes she stained and note the fact that we kept her anyway.
We kept her and loved her.
I have evidence.
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