You Are Enough

Oh, the immeasurable joy of having your child reach out for you in mid-sleep, in mid-nightmare; having her hold you and smell you and seeing her calm down. In that eternity of a moment, all self-doubt washes away. In that eternity, you are enough.

(But she, she is more than enough. She is everything.)

And in the infinity between then and the not-yet-now, you believe that it is true, and that it is the only truth that matters.