As I'm laying in bed tonight crying (I really dislike pregnancy hormones!), she comes over to me, pats my hand, and says, "Aww, Mommy, are you sad? Do you miss your Daddy?... It's okay Mommy. Just sing, 'Rock-A-Bye-Baby, in the treetop...' See? It's all better."
No matter how hard our days are sometimes, her little mothering spirit is something that always brings me immense joy. I'm so excited to see how her personality blossoms in the years to come.