And There It Is.

Tonight, as she does most nights, my almost four year is upstairs calling out my name over...and over...and over again. And then once more. After my head spun around a few times, I hear her yelling:

"Mama! I need to kiss you!"

How could I resist? I head on up to that doll's room, snuggle in her bed and she says:

"Did you bring me one? I said I need a tissue."

There it was. Reality check. Just like that. 

Sometimes I feel so needed the tension just creeps up my back. My head feels so heavy I can hardly hold it up. But is there a better feeling in this world. The overwhelming joy. The physical exhaustion and depletion of everything pales in comparison. 

I will fetch you tissues all the live long day, princess.