This evening, after my husband had bathed our daughter and put her sleepsuit on, he was playing with her in our living room. It’s wonderful to watch them together, such mischief in both their eyes. Something happened, though, that has never happened before.
My gorgeous girl turned to look at me, practised her newest skill (sticking her tongue out), before reaching her arm out and waving at me. She kept doing it, and making little cooing sounds.
My heart melted, and I cried.
In that moment, every wakeful night, every stressful worry, every tearful doubt was worth it.