Hannah wrote me a letter
My four-year-old wrote me a letter. It's actually a piece of paper with random letters from the alphabet written in purple crayon.

She insists on calling it purple.

I got a little emotional when she said the letter is for me and that she loves me.

This happy baby, for the life of me, got every love she NEEDS. I now know why my mom kept telling me before that I was growing up too fast and would I mind being a baby again please?

And I look at her and wonder how am I going to explain to her how the world is not like the nice stuff she reads about at bedtime or not as magical as the Barbie movies she watch. As a mother, you would not want to be the one to tell her disappointing news like "Baby. Santa is not real and you know Cinderella? She's a social climber."

Seriously, I watch Hannah and Sean today at play and I remembered how uncomplicated life was as a child but now that I'm legally an adult and watching my own kids grow, I can say that my life definitely has a different meaning now. You know that bit when people say kids could ruin your future? I dare say it's a different story for me. I have more reasons not to screw up.

I think the first part of "not screwing up" is being happy and staying happy with one's self. A lot of good things come to those who go about everyday with a smile.

They give me a reason to smile and get up everyday and yes, we're gonna be just fine.