For days, weeks even, she’s been screamy.
Like intolerably screamy.
Like I-can’t-take-this-anymore screamy.
And I know she’s been getting teeth and I know that hurts.
But gah! I was going nuts!
And then, today, she wakes up full of pure happy.
She laughed and smiled, and smiled and laughed.
She cuddled up next to me and squealed with delight when I kissed her cheek.
She clapped when Lydia read the pigeon book aloud.
And she beamed when she used the potty for the very first time.
Gosh, I sure do love her.
(Even when she’s screamy.)