It's Good To Be Adored

Ainsley hears me come in the room. I catch her eye and watch her face break out in that precious gumby smile.

She sighs a sigh of delight that encompasses her whole body. This simply at the sight of me.

I go back to last August when Ainsley was a mere four days old. She was crying that cry that makes a newborn shake and warble. I picked her up and she shushed in an instant.

These are the powerful, humbling moments a mother cherishes. They are fleeting as well. There will come a day when, like her high-spirited older brother, she will give me that look and say in her poutiest voice, "You da pest, Mama!"

In the meantime, it's good to be adored.