Trying to be the biggest Ray of sunshine

You know those days that just drag on, nothing goes right, and you just need to go to bed so you can wake up over it. That was my week. One thing after another just blew up in my face. Yet, somehow I managed to look through it and move forward.

As I lay here exhausted waiting for the weekend as if having a 4 day weekend wasn't enough, I'm comforted by the fact that I have the littlest Ray of sunshine sleeping in the other room. She is happy, she is (mostly) healthy, she is comforted, she is peaceful, she is safe. She stayed home from daycare to help fight a nasty cold. She took lots of naps, didn't really fight through them. She let me clear her nose, give her medicine, check her temperature. She snuggled with me while she played with her pacifier and a box of tissues. And then she went to bed. It was quite an uneventful day, and I didn't expect much more.

But as usual, sick Ray woke up and needed to cuddle back to sleep. I happily picked her up, walked through the house, got the nose sucker thing, and went back to her room. I cleared her nose and just as I picked her up to my shoulder, I felt it. The warm breath on my neck, a little chest rising and falling with mine, little warm fingers gently holding my cheek. I've always said she is my littlest Ray of sunshine - she shines brightly through the darkest days. But I never thought of myself being anything similar to her. I forget how incredible it is to be a mom. This little human is shaped from ME! How in the world can that even be possible? Am I really that okay of a person that I can in fact create another person and they be perfect? I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did. She is perfect in every single way, and no one will see it or understand it but me.