I just read about the extradition of a Briton to the US on charges of murder. I knew of the story. I read about it before today. He murdered his wife and 9 month old daughter as they slept. A .22 caliber gun. The wife in the head; dead immediately. The baby in the stomach; she bled to death. One shot each. And he flew off to England to hide. Articles mention possible financial difficulties. A dead mom. A dead infant. And now he's coming back to face families, friends, and the justice system.
Tonight, I'm going to go home with my child. We're going to watch TV. Or play Candyland (I hate that game). Or we will play Princess and Castles. I don't care what we do. I don't care if she says to me "Be quiet, Mommy" when I start singing the "Kipper the Dog" or "Big Sister, Little Brother" theme songs. I don't care if she cries that she would rather have daddy home than me. Well, I'll care a little about that one. But, really, it doesn't matter. What matters is that we're a family, and I love her with all my heart and soul.
She's my baby. I'm her Mommy. Geo is her Daddy. We have each other - that's what matters.