A gift

Sometimes, when you're having a bad day and you learn something shitty (that, it turns out, you probably really knew all along but just hadn't admitted it to yourself...again), all it takes is this to make everything better.  It's not just a little yellow flower.  It's the love that goes with it.  It's the joy of being "mommy" to someone.  It's the awesomeness that comes with being someone's world.  It's the humbling responsibility of knowing you hold her hopes and dreams and love and life in your hands and your heart.

Somehow, that always makes everything better.