“She wants to show you her new picnic set.” I say as my 5 year old daughter struggles to bring her teacups down the stairs but she insists she does it alone. You laugh and sit down on the floor, ready for the pretend picnic were about to have in the living room.

She finally hauls her tea set into the living room, dropping everything onto the floor and she sat down with a dramatic sigh. I let out a laugh at her over exaggerated entrance but we all begin to set up the picnic just how she wants it.

I’d never admit it but she gets her way all the time. She’s so spoiled.

We’ve been together for 3 years now and my daughter has grown up with you by her side. There’s no denying that you’re her mother figure but she still hasn’t made it official herself. There’s no pressure, obviously. We’ve never talked about it on a deeper level and we probably wont until she says it. I love her so much and I know you do too. You’ve always been there for her and I know you’re the person she needs in her life when she’s older too.

“Mommy, can you pass me that cup please?” She asks and my stomach turns. In a good way. I turn my head towards you and you look just as shocked as I do. I silently move my hand towards you and grab it. I squeeze your hand three times.