God grant me the courage to not try to karate chop a plane window so that I can toss my child into the cold, unforgiving waters of the North Atlantic.
She is not always the screaming, hair-pulling ratbeast from hell. Sometimes she reminds me why that pain has lessened to a dull ache. There are the difficult times - far too many these days for my liking, but then there are moments when I realise that I would take a thousand of those times for just one glimpse of this:
She came to get down. Apologies for the sideways nature of this video. I don't have the in-depth knowledge to flip it.
Godspeed to me.