Good morning Allyson.

I woke up this morning with a very small foot in my face. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted them to see that it belonged to my daughter. She had one foot on either side of my head and she was brushing my hair with a small pink princess hairbrush. I quickly realized that this was the reason I was awoken. It hurt. My hair was in tangles and the brush was becoming more and more tangled the more she tried to pull it through my hair. I reached up to undo the knots and was told "No mommy. I am making you pretty." I wanted to stop her. I wanted to tell her to leave my room until I could get up and get dressed. What I really wanted was another hour or so of sleep. But instead I strained to look into her beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes match mine. She has my nose too. Everyone thinks she looks like her Dad but I know better. I have seen her baby pictures compared to mine and I know that she will look just like me the older she gets. I never correct people when they tell me she looks like her dad. They can believe what they want. I take joy in knowing that she is a mini-me. It is like a little secret between us. How can anyone tell her no when she is having so much fun. Instead of doing what I really wanted to do I moved into a position to make it easier for her to brush down my long hair. When she was done I thanked her. She looked at her completed work and said, "Mommy I can't make you pretty. You need a shower!" I smiled. No matter how hard this day was going to be, her father is gone and will not be back until early tomorrow morning and I will have to take care of both kids myself, I know that the way I was woke up would help me keep a smile all day.