True love.

She steps out of the shower in a navy blue towel.
Hair in a bun, she starts getting ready for the days work.
It's a dark, chilly, autumn morning, around 5 am.
She hears the bathroom door creak open,
expecting the family dog, she sees her 3 year old daughter.
"Go back to sleep, you dont have to up for a half an hour."
Expecting to see her very confused daughter turn and walk away,
she asks, "What's that?"
The mother is stunned by this, seeing as how her daughter is pointing at a bottle of lotion, she herself has used plenty before.
"That there? That's lotion"
"Why?"
Pure curiosity is on her face.
"It's to make your skin as soft as an angels kiss"
The mom then takes about a dime of lotion and rubs it on her face and neck. She picks up a diffrent bottle of lotion for her arms and shoulders.
"Why did you change lotions?"
"Their's a diffrence in everything. Every person, every leaf,every snowflake is diffrent. Everything needs something diffrent then the next."
The little girl takes a seat and watches her mom smoothe in the lotion.
"What's that?"
The mother is holding a bottle of hairspray.
"This peices together all of the details. It holds everything in place."
"Why?"
"Everything has a purpose in life. This is a small stepping stone of the day. A minor detail that makes a diffrence."
The mother then takes out a Q-tip and cleans her ears.
"Why?"
"Well how else do you hear nature?"
With that the girl leaves.
She notices a small lavendar feather on the bathroom floor.
The mother takes down her hair, letting the soft waves essentiate her bright eyes.
She hears absolute silence, then a cricket in the backyard.

"Mommy, are you an angel?"

Soft tears run down both faces.