Watching more footage from New Orleans just now, tears running down my face, though I tried to wipe them away as fast as they came, so Bella wouldn't see. But she doesn't miss a thing, that one.
Bella: "Mommy, you're sad?"
Me: "Yes, Honey, I'm sad."
Bella: "Why are you sad, Mommy?"
Me: (struggling for the right words, and gesturing toward the images on the television screen) "Well, I'm sad because there are people in trouble, and they are hurting, and sad, and I can't help them. That makes me sad."
Bella: "Mommy? I need to make you happy."
Me: "You do, Darling. You do make me happy." (She has during this time crawled into my lap, wiped tears from my face, and given me lots of kisses.)
Bella: "I make you happy, Mommy. See, Mommy, I can help you." (Smiles at me, then reports to her Daddy that Mommy is sad and "we need to make her happy." Daddy promises to help in this effort.)
We all do what we can, even the smallest of us. Thank you, God, for this little miracle of a child. And continue to bless and support the people of New Orleans and all who have been affected by this great disaster.