Wednesday, February 1, 2012


I wake up to screaming.  Mommy!  Mommy!  I rush to her room, rub her small back.  I had a nightmare.  She tells me her dream, it seems so benign, but it scared her just the same.  I ask if I can get under the covers with her.  I feel the warmth of her little body, her back pressed to my stomach, her head nestled under my chin.  My arms circle her and I feel her body relax back into sleep.  Her breathing deepens, small movements make Pooh Bear jingle softly.  I doze and think about how lucky I am.  I am in love with her.  In love, in a way that is impossible to describe or understand.  I know why I was put here on this earth, why I exist.  To be a mom, her mom. 


  1. It's moments like those, when they're cuddled in close, that I want to hold on to forever.