Most mornings at our house are a little bit grumpy. Frowns are rampant, smiles are rare and barely controlled impatience rules the day.
Today was different.
Today I woke up before anyone else. Had my shower and my first cup of coffee before the toddler came down. And when she did?
She was all smiles.
Someone tell me, is there going to a blue moon tonight?
After eating her chocolate cookie (a bribe for spending the night in her own bed), she crawled up in daddy’s lap and grinned. She knew he’d share his oatmeal with her.
There were giggles and jokes, fun and games—and not a single frustrated scream.
She got dressed without complaint—choosing a twirly green tutu in honor of St. Patrick’s Day (a day early). And then?
And then we went downstairs and had a dance party.
We shook our booties and twirled until we were dizzy. And after we had collapsed into a heap on the floor, she curled up in my lap, took my head in my hands and said, “Mommy, I love you sooooo much!”
At which point my heart melted into a pile of goo.
This, my friends. This is why having kids is worthwhile.
(and this is my apology for the rant last night).