Under the covers, she reaches over and puts her hands on either side of my face.
I love you, mommy.
She touches my hair and wraps in around her fingers.
Hair...
She breathes...
Beautiful.
She takes her soft little palm, held flat, and with it, makes a circular motion around my cheeks. Sign language for beautiful.
In those moments, the crying, the bad days, the sad feelings and the frustrations all melt away. The "I'm not good enough"s and the "what am I doing wrong?"s all fade, and in that instant, I know exactly what it's all about. It's this. This feeling. This is all there is.
I love you too, little girl.
