Well, if I needed proof I've got the best mom in the world, I got it yesterday.

My sister-in-law gave her a photo album with pictures of my daughter in honor or my daughter's birthday, and after she looked through the pictures, she said to me. "You know, I don't have a lot of pictures of my girl."

I was confused for a second, since she just had been looking at pictures of my daughter, and then I realized, she meant me.

I'm her girl.

Can I cry happy tears now?