The last 24 hours have been filled with highs (visiting my girlfriends at the Island Hotel in Newport Beach to sip wine on the balcony of an epic suite while watching the sun set over Catalina before going out on the town to celebrate my friend Shelbi's birthday) and lows (having my sweet feverish two year old throw up all over me.) From the moment I got home last night at around midnight, Georgia has spent almost all of her time lying on my chest. And while I cherish being able to comfort her, I am exhausted. Her fever finally broke (at least momentarily from the Motrin) and she's sitting next to me (as opposed to ON TOP of me) happily playing on my iphone. I'm not sure what the night ahead holds. It might be another sleepless wonder but I'm taking a little "me" time (while I can) to reflect. I am, in all honestly, feeling a bit defeated in this moment. But pushing though that is the knowledge that I am, without a doubt, truly blessed.