Last week, as we were pulling into the driveway from lunch, Stella called to me from the backseat.

“mom?”

“yeah, babe?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, Stelly!”

“I love you the much!” (the most)

“I love you the much, too, Stel.”

“I love you the Chatey Perry much’s!”

Oh my goodness grace, how can I top that?  The Katy Perry much’s?  I am the luckiest mom alive.