Running on little sleep, the rest of the day flies by.
We go to bed.
Before we know it, it's 2:17 AM.
I shoot up out of bed when Olivia starts shrieking.
I let her cry for a minute.
But this Momma knows a "real cry" versus the "fake cry."
And this is legit, folks.
"I'll get her," I told Chris as I roll out of bed still half-sleeping.
I make my way through the dark, using my phone as a flashlight, trying not to trip over Maggie
or stub my toe on a toy.
And when I pick up my sweet, screaming daughter, she instantly nestles her head on my shoulder
and wraps her arms around me.
I hold her.
In this moment, I feel like I'm enough.
In a world where we are constantly pushed to do bigger, better, different, faster...I follow my daughter's lead and take a deep breath.
For a fleeting moment, in the wee hours of a dark morning, I am enough in this world as I am.
In my pajamas, with no make-up on, bags under my eyes, hair all a'mess.
It doesn't matter.
There is no greater feeling than this...
To know that somewhere -- to someone -- you are enough just the way you are.