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.