Her shining face

I heard a few noises I suspected was her door opening and a foot landing on one of the multiple noisy spots of our original oak floors. I decided to see if she would make her way downstairs but after a few minutes there was no sign of her peeking around the bend of our stairs. After making my way up the first seven stairs and turning 90 degrees, I saw my Sweet One sitting at the top waiting for me. With her baby in her arms and a face fresh as only it can be after a good nap, she lit up with an enormous smile as soon as she saw me.