Things to remember

Two is a tough age, but so far it's my favorite age. It's the little things that are done and the sweet things that are said. Most of all, for me, it's the innocence of a child who needs her mommy. 

As I walk into her room tonight to put Lydia in her bed, Grace is grunting and moving around in her crib. I'm careful not to wake her but I also want to check on her. She is uncovered but seems to be sleeping so I grab one of her blankets and cover her up. In her sweet little voice I hear "thank you momma". All I want to do is swoop her up and hold her tight. She is so sweet and loving and I just want to hug her all day everyday.