Wild Ride

If you ever question the innate maternal instinct or wonder to what lengths a mother will go to to protect her cub, consider this:

I fell down a flight of stairs last night with Abby in my arms. And although I was sliding head first, kind of like a kid on a slip 'n' slide, I managed to keep her lifted high above me like a tray of fine china.

I shed a few tears, mostly out of embarrassment and anger. Despite the 'thumpitythumpitythumpity' that comes with a spill down the stairs, the only reaction I got from my family was "What's going on in there?"

But I think I actually heard Abby yell "WHEEEEEEE."