Anything can be a "baby" if you cover it with "blankie." A shoe, a Transformer, a carrot.
On this particular evening, however, the baby in question was actually a baby doll. The Baby Alive doll was a gift from Santa and makes drinking noises like a real baby. This was a fact that was overlooked on Christmas Day in all the excitement so you can imagine how excited she was to figure this out.
She is such a good little Mommy to her babies. Feeding, diapering, and brushing their teeth, she tenderly kisses each on the forehead.
As I watched my beautiful little girl lovingly feed her "baby" it occurred to me in a way that I had never before truly appreciated, that I have a daughter. A little girl who will likely someday be a Mommy herself.
I was flooded by a wave of emotions. Images of my own mother watching in awe as I held my first born flashed in my mind. I was suddenly aware of what an amazing gift it is to have a daughter. This daughter.
Tears streamed down my face. She turned to me and asked, "Mommy, why you cry?"
"Because," I answer her, "I fell in love."