Flat Feet

The sleepless nights, the trafficky drives down the turnpike, the logistical nightmares, the endless pep talks, the headaches, body aches, general anxiety, and all the other frustrating, energy-sapping, mind-numbing stuff we've had to deal with over the past few months—I can forget about all of them for a few seconds when I see both of B's feet flat on the ground.

They come back to mind, of course. Pretty quickly, too. But now I can just picture those feet on the floor, at lovely 90-degree angles, and get a wonderful reminder of what this is all for. And of how much I love my daughter.