Mommy

Snot-licking,

Tinkerbell-toting,

Pants sagging,

Pinky-clutching,

Belly-swinging,

Sport cones-wearing,

Cousin-loving

toddler.

No job fulfills me more.  I feel so strongly that this role is divine, even in the ordinary, everyday events.  Mine is the name for which my little girl calls when she wakes, when she's scared, when she's in pain.  Mine is the shoulder she cuddles when she's tired or sick.  Although she won't comprehend the depth of my love for her until she, too, is a mother, she does know her mommy will kiss her ow-ies, blow on her hot food, and tuck her in at night.  I am her mommy, now and forever, and I am eternally grateful for this blessing.