Today I spent most of the day on the floor, chasing my daughter and picking up after her and biting my tongue when she tried to brush my hair but got the brush stuck in my bun. I tickled and fed her and tried to put her down for a nap several times but she would. Not. Have. That. I cleaned up yogurt that was dumped on the floor and pretended to eat cheese on a lettuce leaf because she made it for me. I changed five poopy diapers and found one lightly used diaper under the table, apparently she figured out how to remove it herself (that also explains why she was running around in the buff earlier). I laid on the couch quite exhausted and watched her dump all of her toys out, then she brought me a book and quietly looked at it with me while I held her. She refused to eat anything but cheese for dinner but somehow still made a big enough mess to require another bath.
It was overall an average day. But today, for the first time, she paused in her play, ran over to me, and gave me a kiss. The sweetest, slobberyest toddler kiss right on the lips. She flashed a huge smile and went right back to playing. But that kiss was so reaffirming and wonderful and heartwarming that my whole day was elevated from average to amazing. I wasn't sure my love for her could grow any more, but I am constantly surprised with how much that love can grow in a single day.
I love you, sweet Margot. Thank you for making our lives perfect.