comfort

It is the end of a long afternoon. A day filled with the minor annoyances of the adult world.

I lay down my head for a minute.

A small but sure voice says "Look at me Mommy. Look at me."

I look, straight into a pair of blue eyes inches from my own.

"Why are you sad Mommy?"

I sigh. I tell her Mommy is just a little tired.

"I love you mommy" she says, "I love you so much."

She throws her tiny arms around my neck and presses her tiny body into mine.

I smile.

My two year old. When did she become the grown-up?