My baby

Tonight at dinner we were talking about my Mom. It's been a rough holiday without her here, but while sad, it was really nice to talk about her...especially to hear my Dad speak so lovingly (which through his own brand of coping hasn't always been so readily available). The kids were playing in the other room and IA came in to check out what was happening with the old folks. I was teary eyed and she immediately came over to me and said in her soft little voice "Mommy, are your eyes ok?". Oh my sweet, sweet girl. She proceeded to climb in my lap and rest her head on my shoulder. Little did she know, but that was exactly what I needed.