Anyone who has known me for more than five minutes is aware that Sunday evenings are my most favorite time of the week.  In fact, those evenings are what give me the strength to get through the rest of the week.

I looked down at my precious daughter snuggled up against my side.  Every time I see her I’m in awe that she was given to a person like me.  We’d gotten off to a really rocky start for the first two years of her life.  The consequences from those two years are the curse that I must bear for my maternal irresponsibility.  I try hard not to remember those years of Lily’s life.  Instead, I focus on the past five “good” years leading up to this exact moment.

“Momma, Nimby wants you to start the story.”

Chuckling, I dropped a quick kiss on her forehead.  “He does, does he?”