Melts my heart

Sometimes we do things for our children and feel like they take it all for granted. Then every once in awhile there's a payoff so rich that it makes all the times you've wiped puke off their faces worth it.

Yesterday evening was particularly rough for O. She ws in a lot of pain and was pretty miserable. I had tried everything to make her feel more comfortable--medicine, drinks, hugs, rubbing her back, singing, praying, and then I put her to bed because she told me she wanted to sleep.

After about an hour, I heard her creeping down the steps. I was sitting on the couch and she walked over to me and sat on my lap. She sat there for a minute or two, got up, turned around, grabbed my face and kissed me on the forehead. And with a little, "Goodnight, Mommy," she was off to bed.

My heart melted a little.