back in the fall, there was a folder of assignments she'd done for one of her composition classes the previous semester.  One was an essay on nature vs. nuture or something similar.  While I know she loves me, I have to admit to almost being in tears over reading how many of what she considered her best qualities she felt she got from me.  

I never told her I read this.  I never will.  Its just special that I had the opportunity to take a little peak into her thoughts.