Sometimes, being a mommy gets overwhelming. Sometimes, I have moments of exasperation, like I shared earlier.
But then sometimes, the baby goes to bed extra early,
and my husband and I both get to do bedtime for the biggie,
and I get to tell two bedtime stories: One made up about a place called Alasia, where Queen Elsa, Princess Anna, Princess Leah and Darth Vader all live and one about the night she was born.
And then I get to snuggle up with her, and sing to her this song, almost as a whisper,

The warmth of your love’s like the warmth of the sun…
…now we’re there and we’ve only just begun.
And it’s those times for which I live.