It's 9 p.m. and I'm exhausted. It was one of those days when I know I tried to do too much.
How do I know?
Because instead of cooking a sweet corn casserole for our small group Mexican dinner, I grabbed take-out guacamole from La Piedad.
Nothing says "nurturing stay-at-home mother" like two Styrofoam bowls and three grease-soaked white chip bags thrown in a generic plastic "Thank you! Thank you!" sack.
But Madeline has her special way to let me know through all the chaos that I thought defined today, the most important things are still most important.
She was overtired tonight (something I didn't really believe existed until I had my own kid). She was weepy and upset about waking up in her car seat when we pulled up to our house after small group.
She cried while I dressed her in PJ's and tearfully begged me to sleep with her. I promised to lie down just until after she was asleep.
As we cuddled together, I realized how much I needed that moment. A few precious minutes to breathe her in, smell her hair and hold one small hand and one small foot.
While fighting the inevitable drowsiness, she whispered over and over, "I love you too, I love you too" even though I didn't say it first.
She is the glitter in my life and I thank God for her.