|Disregard the laundry pile in the hallway. I have four kids. Enough said.|
Then, the other night, I said something to her that I haven't said, for whatever reason, since the moment she was placed in my arms.
"Mommy's right here," I said, just like I did when I held her for the first time and she was screaming and I didn't know what else to say. "Mommy's right here."
She stopped crying and looked at me from where she lay in her crib, and she repeated me, "Mommy's wight heah?"
"Yes, darling, Mommy's right here."
She smiled, pulled up her covers, and blew me a kiss. Apparently, that was all she needed to know.