Dear February...

P.S.
You kind of suck (but the snow is beyoootiful!).

posted by G. | 2/16/2010 05:19:00 PM -- (0) comments

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a dream...

"Is that her?", he asked.

I turned down the TV volume and listened. It was her, crying. It's not often that The Girl wakes up in the middle of the night. Only when she's not feeling well, like tonight.

So, I went up and checked on her. She stopped crying as soon as I entered her bedroom, mumbled words I couldn't understand, reached out for her piggy, got up and reached out her arms. I lifted her from the crib, hugged and kissed her and reassured her that mamma was there for her.

Apparently, Dadda, too, was there for her. He was right behind me to see how his little girl was doing. He took her from me, sat on the glider and she cuddled with him under her quilted blanket.

I turned on the music and, after one last glance, left them, together.

I went to our bedroom to get changed and couldn't help but smile as I hear "Somewhere over the rainbow" playing across the hall.

Suddenly, everything is beautiful.


posted by G. | 2/08/2010 11:23:00 PM -- (2) comments