I came home a short while ago from a lovely celebratory dinner at an upscale restaurant on behalf of my dear parents' 50th wedding anniversary. Close friends and family attended this special event, and my two brothers made speeches, I made a speech, and two out-of-town cousins made speeches.
As we're driving back home, it's pretty late, and my kids are half asleep.
I was saying aloud to my husband and parents that one my cousins' speeches was really beautiful.
Suddenly I hear from my almost dozing 6 1/2 year old: "So was yours, Eema!"
That was the best accolade I could have had; he was listening to our conversation now, and apparently he'd been listening to my speech/recitation of a personalized poem in the restaurant.