Simple

The other morning I got home from work at 6:15am.

(I work the 3rd shift / overnight shift)

Leah, my oldest, woke up shortly after I came home.  Usually I get home more around the 5am witching hour, but work that night was long and hard and busy.

I tried to get her to sleep longer; 'just 15 more minutes and you can wake up Daddy' I promised her.

But she didn't care about my tricks or my desire to crawl into bed and sleep forever.

"I'm hungry: I'm thirsty, and I want to watch my t.v.", was all I could get from her.

So naturally like any sleepy annoyed mommy .... I fought her.

"Just go wake up Daddy," I pleaded.

"NO!  I don't want to," she countered.

"Andrew, wake up!  Leah's awake," I begged to my hard-to-wake-up-on-first-try husband.

"She wants you," he groggled back.

"but I want to sleep" I pouted.

I gave up on sleeping right then.  I poured Leah cereal, and milk, and turned on Little Einsteins for her to watch.

And then she hugged me; she grabbed me so hard, harder than I would imagine a 3 year old could.  She held me there, and I realized she did want me to give her breakfast.

She kissed me.  Said "I love you Mommy".  And then went on to watching t.v. and munching on cheerios.

It's the Simple Things, like being reminded how much you are loved even when you are grumpy and tired and just want to go to sleep.

I love you sweet girl

so. very. much.