My very adorable 6-year-old daughter (who knows she's adorable and completely uses it to her advantage every chance she gets) came to me sobbing yesterday evening.
"What's a matter, Sam?" I asked, folding her into my arms.
With tears literally streamng down her face, she cried, "Mommy, I don't want to grow up and have to move away from you and Daddy!"
Of course, by the time she grows up, I'm sure that she'll be ready to move out on her own, but it sure does a mother's heart good to know that I'm loved.