Sorry if you thought it was you. That title's taken.
I was laying next to Sadie the other day reading a book while she napped on my bed, and even though she was potentially at her worst I couldn't stop looking at that beautiful face. Her lips were quivering, she was drooling something chronic and she reminded me of a picture of myself that I've seen at a similar age. Despite all that it was one of those perfect moments where everything about my child is perfect and I just breathed it in. It was lovely.
And then she peed on my bed.
I knew because I was warm and wet.