I have a confession. I cried to today in the mother's room at church.
Not only that-- but it's the second time in a month that I've cried in there.
The last time I cried, it was right after a screaming baby had just left the room.
And there I was with my smiley little Veda.
Rosy cheeked, happy, content. Even though she was missing her nap to be at church.
Today it was for no good reason other than that I LOVE THIS BABY.
I am blessed.