comforted.

I had a rare moment last night where I was sad about something. The subject matter was not important, but the way my 2 year old stepped in to take care of mama was something I will never forget (and I will remind Lylah of many times during the years when she may not like me as much!)

I went in to check on Lylah before bed and ended up laying down with her for a while. Something comforting about those soft little hands and sweet breath. She asked me if I was sad and proceeded to rub my back and run her hands over my hair for at least 20 minutes. It was if she was consoling me and comforting me and for one brief moment, she was taking care of me and it was super cool. Hard to be sad about anything when you have something so precious and so good and kind.