Tonight I am grateful for bed-wetting. Yes…middle of the night, soak the sheets, accidents. You see, it has become our accidental, half-asleep tradition to deal with these occasional, slumbering hiccups by throwing a mound of pillows by our bed, stripping off her soggy jams and draping her in whatever one of my shirts I can find (as we do not dare go back for spare jams and risk waking another, forcing us into officially opening the doors to Club Toddler Takeover). Obviously, this is not how I would choose to spend my sleeping hours. However today, as I was looking at my tiny little lady adorned in my duds so large that she appeared perfectly costumed for a toga party, I actually SAW her size. This sweet little thing, consumed by my giant sweater. And I suddenly realized, the day will soon come when she has her last accident. The day will arrive when there will be no “little” in need of a pillow pile. A day when everyone sleeps and midnight visitors are a distant past. But for now, I am grateful that when my Mia awakes, she comes to me to make things all better, and that I can. I am thankful that as I, almost unconsciously, help her into the laundry that never quite made it to the drawer, fashionably tied with a stray rubber band, she calms down. Because to her, there is nothing better than mama’s old shirt and some pillows at the foot of our bed. So I am grateful for this tiny toga, as it reminds me of just how perfectly pint-sized my little monster really is, and to appreciate every midnight mommy makeover because, for now, I still have the privilege of “making it all better” just by sharing a piece of me, and one day soon I just might miss this. On another note, I’m also grateful for this picture, as the more I look at it, the more I am motivated to get back on a diet. Ugh!