Today – or yesterday now, I guess, given the time – I was having some frustration with Gemma.  She was so fussy, all day long!  I don’t know if it was the heat (95+ degrees), or teeth coming in, or what, but she wouldn’t let me set her down for anything and I wasn’t able to get much accomplished.  Veta had been observing me struggle with Gemma for some time when she finally came to me, gave me a hug, and said, “Mama, I’m sorry that you’re having a bad day.  What can I do to help make it better?”  It’s the little things like this that help me remember that I love being a mother.