A stolen moment...

Just got back from the gym again, ran 5 miles and then strength trained. I picked Mica up from the childcare. As I walked into the Kids' Club she ran on her chubby little legs to me, her exuberant face looking up at me with squeals of Mommy Mommy!! I swooped her up and she buried her face into my neck, wrapped her little self around me and popped her thumb in her mouth. Just that one moment, that small piece of time, makes every other day worth living. I'll tuck away the memory, and in the dark times I can pull it out and gaze at it, living in it and escaping from whatever may come. Mica is the first child born in my maternal family without NF2 in 4 generations. She is our little miracle, and I bury my greatest hopes in her. She has this amazing personality, a perfect mix of all my favorite people. She is mine, my baby girl, and moments like these are the images that make up my soul...