Monday, March 1, 2010

Tiny Hand

Sometimes the hard times come when you aren't really expecting it. This morning, I was getting my 6-month-old daughter dressed, and a wave of sadness (self-pity?) overwhelmed me. I try very hard not to cry in front of the girls, but this time I couldn't stop. Completely sobbing, kneeling by the couch with her on it, I felt a tiny hand touch my cheek. Opening my eyes, I looked up to the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. Somehow, I know she understood and loved me.

Then she grabbed my nose.

2 comments:

  1. If all it takes is a good nose grab- I'm happy to oblige any time. Swing by my desk and I'll tweak away!

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