So, my 12-year-old daughter presented me with a homemade birthday card, complete with self-drawn family portrait and a long list of my virtues.
I was smiling at the line "You are the best mom in the history of moms," when I realized that perhaps I should have stopped there. Because the next line reads: "From the gleam in your eye to the feet I always have to massage, you are the nicest, most understanding person I have ever met."