I mentioned that last week's episode of Grey's Anatomy made me bawl my eyes out. The memories of tiny less than 2 lb preemies in the NICU came rushing back. For the past few months (okay, maybe the past year or so), I've been preoccupied with my busy-won't-leave-anything-alone-always-into-everything toddler that I sometimes forget just how precious she is. Not that I ever take for granted having our beloved daughter in our life and how she went through a rough start being a preemie and all. She is my life. I love her with all my heart. Sometimes...just sometimes, when she's exceptionally challenging to reason with "spirited", I forget how tiny and fragile she was and how we waited 70 days to take her home from the hospital. The tubes, leads, alarms, lights, needles, and scary stuff preemies have to deal with all seem like a distant memory these days. Seeing our very active toddler makes all of the time in the NICU seem unreal at times.

Little One and I sat in front of the computer for a few minutes after I came home from work and watched this video of one of the songs Sara Ramirez sang on last week's episode of Grey's:





I cried and held my preemie tightly. She looked at me and wiped the tears from my eyes and said, "No. No sad, Mama. No cry! Happy! Lady singing! Happy!"