Yesterday afternoon I came home and found my daughter taking a shower. As I'm approaching the bathroom my husband looks at me and points at her back. To my horror, I see scratches and red marks up and down her little back. What happened? (Trying to keep the horror to myself). So, I asked her in the calmest voice I can manage, she says that she fell in the playground while trying to get up on the swing. I immediately ask my husband, of course looking for the answers I want; Did anyone see this happen? Is anyone watching them during their play time? Oh! my poor baby! I look back at her and she nervously responds that she was with her friend, and with the sweetest voice says "my friend asked me 'are you alright Sarah?'" I couldn't hold my smile back and she continued by assuring me that she didn't cry.
I work all day and come home to the one person that is able to make me forget about my entire day, her - that little bundle of joy that came into my life 5 years ago. Life doesn't get any better than that!