Yesterday, Pete and I were having talks in the kitchen while Piper hung out in her bedroom with her Auntie M. This was a crying sort of talk for me (since I'm so bloomin' emotional right now), and I was kinda sad when Piper wandered into the kitchen. It didn't take her very long to realize that something was wrong, and she looked at Dad, who smiled at her, and then went to Mom with a soft, questioning look on her face and gave me a hug.
Then she pulled back and searched my eyes to make sure I was okay, and I smiled back at her to let her know it was all right. She reached out and cupped my face in her hand and found tears.
"Does Mama need a tissue?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, and tracked out of the kitchen to the nearest accessible box, which happened to be on top of the piano. We watched as she pulled the bench out, climbed up on tiptoe, grabbed a kleenex, climbed down, and padded back into the kitchen to help me wipe my tears and blow my nose.
THAT was a moment that made it SO WORTH being a mom. I think I'm starting to like this a little more than I thought I could. I'm still going "AWWWHHHHHHH" and wanting to cry all over again thinking about her sweetness!