A brief story.

I walked in the bathroom and MG was crying while brushing her teeth. I gave her a cup of water, had her rinse and spit, then wiped her mouth and picked her up. I carried her into my bedroom and we sat in the rocking chair and rocked while she cried and I held her and kissed her tears. My poor baby.

Then she sat up, grabbed my boobs, and laughed.

We are all of us crazy. And resilient.