Mama-Love

Mama, the disciplinarian

Cinnamon dust settling on a syrupy pile of pancake love. My heart melts alongside the butter.

A stream of silly songs ("don't cry, coffee's coming..."), punctuated

by a dancing drum:

beat - beat - boom - boom - beat! 

Adorning Nug in oversized sweatpants... because our girl needs elastic waist.

Off to work without complaint, our castle on her shoulders, fending off the dragons with her focus.

She's a baby-bathing, house-fixing, nickname-creating Mama.

And, when it's only 8:30pm, she'll come to bed too ("ok, I'm coming too"), and lie her head next to mine for the day's sleepy summary. Sigh.