Every night I thank her

I've watched way too many Lifetime movies. One in particular left a lasting impression. A woman was soaking in the tub, while in the tub someone came into her house and abducted her tiny infant. Now, more than ever that movie haunts me. When I am alone I hate taking a shower or a bath because I am afraid someone will enter my house and take my baby. Tonight, Brad had to work late, but my ankle was hurting me, so I thought a good soak in the tub would be relaxing. While sitting there I kept thinking of the scenes in that movie. Very quickly a relaxing bath turns into an anxiety attack, and I quickly get out and run to my babe. To only find her here:

She is always here now. And I realize how silly I am because nothing is getting past her, and it makes me appreciate her all the more.