Lucky

It seems that, so many times, when you talk to people about kids, you hear the same old broken-record responses about how naughty they are, or how they are difficult and how much your life changes after you have them.

Has it been a change? Yes. Is it hard? Sometimes.

But, I would definitely say it is more fun than it is hard, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

I have felt so blessed and lucky that I get to have this sweet girl call me "Mommy."

I get to spend every day with her, screaming at bugs, playing with baby dolls, dressing up in silly hats and shoes, and inventing new ways to go down her slide.

I have watched "Where's Spot" so many times that I can quote it, backwards.

I have become an expert at getting ketchup out of her clothes. I am trying to become an expert at getting anything BUT ketchup in her mouth (hints are appreciated)!

I have been thrown up on, spit up on, and yes, pooped on.

And yet, it is the best job in the world. And, the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

She keeps life wonderful, like when she grabs my hand and pulls me to the window to see the garbage truck or the snow outside, and we press our noses against the glass together.

Or when she sits up in her bed after I have tucked her in, smiling, blowing kisses, and waving at me. Then, falls asleep with all of her "friends" that she loves so much. I love you, Priya girl!